Tag: one minute read

MoronicArts Presents: The Golden Moron Awards

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Introducing: The Golden Moron Award! This prestigious trophy only goes to the cream of the crop of those deserving souls who do the dumbest of all the things!

Take this fool. If you are unlucky in love enough to be single and in search of love in all the wrong places, you might come across her (or one of her clones.) There’s nothing more romantic than a big moron not showing sympathy – let alone empathy – for someone grieving the loss of a pet.

Ahh, good old fashioned stupidity.

Tracyros (or is it Imma?), we at MoronicArts crown you Golden Moron. Now take a bow.

Red Flags

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Albion, Indiana shapeshifting humanoid vultures Sonya and Carla Moran decide to hit a few rounds of golf down at Red’s Country Club.

As Carla uses her pointy beak to chip a sharp putt and hopefully score a birdie, her sister-in-madness Sonya tries to screw her up. “I bet you can’t hit that, na na na na booboo!” Sonya sings like a little girl as she dances and mocks her golf partner.

Carla takes her five-iron and smacks her bird-brained sister straight across the forehead, then chucks her clubs off the ledge and flies away, down to the clubhouse for some filet mignon. She’s tired of carrion.

Thanos Forgot His Gauntlet At Home.

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Poor Thanos. He forgot his gauntlet at home again. “I swear I grabbed it before I left home. I bet it is still there lounging on the desk…right where it was last time.”

“There’s Doctor Strange! How will I defend myself? What will I do without my precious Infinity Stones? I am powerless without my gauntlet!”

“I’ll just give ’em the ol’ stinkeye. That oughta do it.”

MoronicArts Classics: Robbie Wonders Why “Nice Guys” Like Him Lose

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Kankakee drugstore clerk, Elvis impersonator and vulnerable narcadoodle Robbie Hurlbutt is feeling down because he cannot seem to get a date. Do you think he will ever figure out why?

Isn’t he a keeper? He thinks so.

Fan Mail: A Wee Too Obsessed

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Ennui struck this fangirl hard. After I had left a comment calling my social media acquaintance “a real ham,” this keyboard cockfighter slid this doozie into my inbox:

I copied-and-pasted the definitions for her (since the so-called journalist and radio announcer was too lazy to do it), but she kept on hunting and pecking anyway:

Is that a threat or a promise?

Instead of heading to bed – mind you it was 3:00 in the morning where she was at – she used my inbox as her toilet once again:

After blocking this bored orc, I reported her to Facebook (good luck) and to her employer. Though she claims to be a radio announcer, I did not see her listed on her alleged employer’s website aside the other presenters. Maybe she just calls them up and stalks them like that one girl who went to my high school.

I also sent copies of her obsessed fan-mail to my mutual acquaintances who work in the entertainment industry (the ones whose photos she tagged) as a heads up. Because, you know, gross.

Thanks for the love, Wing! You’re a real prize.

How to Get Twitter Spammers to Buzz Off

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This Twittiot slid into Sybil’s inbox. Think of all the money she could have made should the spammer continued wasting her time!

Sybil’s Computer Gently Sleeps

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What does the #computer of Kankakee bill-collector Sybil Kibble do all while she is tucked into bed, the cords from her machines tangling in the night, not a caller nor manager in sight?

Sybil Kibble’s Close Encounter

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Kankakee bill collector Sybil Kibble has to go for her anal probe next week. Her friend will abduct her to see Dr. Cartman and she will be pretty spaced out. No, she will not get a satellite installed, instead they will just be looking for hemorrhoids on Huranus and to remove any asteroids.