911! Alert! Stolen Chevy Chugger 1986.

1986 Chevy "CHUGGER" van stolen from my shed in Springfield on Sunday.
DESCRIPTION: dark grey color, side and back rear windows covered in silver duck tape, and sprayed over with black spray paint.
**I was planning on turning it into bus for my church, that's why the windows look like that. people know me would back me up on that so I'm not worried about it.

VERY PERSONAL private, personal items inside
1- two sets of police-style handcuffs... very valuable. steel locks. I have the key ,so you can't use them anyway, I would really love to have these back for sentimentel reasons.
2- There might also be some old magazines too maybe, but they aren't mine.
My neighbor asked me to store them inside of my van so his wife wouldn'tcatch him looking at them, they are not mine, but I would like them back so he doesn't get in any kind of trouble for looking at that sort of thing. We all sin, but god knows our heart! (corinthians 5-17)

**There is some home-made like VCR tapes too that aren't mine. believe me, I go to church all the time, and people who know me will tell you that I would NEVER look at stuff like that,
but it would be real nice if I could just return them to their rightful owner so people don't think I look
at crap like that. God knows that I don't and that's what's important.
Please let me know if you have seen this vehicle!! This really hurt my plans for the weekend
any information would be appreciated! God Bless!

Just A Couple Of Snarlers

They're just a couple of snarlers. Don't take their meat. Their tasty meat. Or they'll show their teeth and curl their lip and say "I'm about to nip." When you're a dog all you live for is a log. A log of meat. A tasty treat. Don't fool with a mutt or he'll tear your butt. Don't hassle a hound or he'll put you underground. Don't tease a pooch or he'll give you a smooch. A smooch of dogfang.

Vietnam 2013: Charlie's Revenge

Prepare yourself for cyborg glory!

In the year 2013, Former American foot soldier Fist Megathrust will do battle with a long forgotten enemy: "Charlie." After installing cyborg parts (mostly pilfered from Goodwill Megastores) Fist Megathrust and his old enemy, known only as "Charlie" will meet at high noon at the ultimate arena: the Vietnam War Memorial in River Fish North Dakota, right accross from the Sizzler Steakhouse for the ultimate gladiator showdown.

Just when America thought it was safe to visit War Memorials, two rivals will go head to head again: only this time there will be lazers, gatling guns and automatic shotguns.

We interviewed Fist on his opinions of who will have the upper hand:

"My grandson Jimeny and I built this Gatling gun out of parts he stole from the Goodwill Superstore. There's a nite brite in here somewhere, and a couple of woman's private part jammers we converted into bullet shells. When I heard Charlie was back in town, I just had to arm myself and get ready for a final showdown. For god and country. And freedom from reds."

We also had a chance to speak with his long time rival, known only as "Charlie." This is what he had to say:

"I have no idea how thing whole thing started. My name is Greg Johnson. I guess because I look Vietnamese this guy wants to kill me. But I'm not even from Vietnam. I was born and raised here in America. This mask is a state-issued seeing impairment device. This belt around my shoulder contains a series of inhalers in case my asthma acts up again. And this smoking pole in my hand is a respiratory machine designed to assist my breathing. I hope the police show up soon... I called them as soon as I found out this guy claimed that I was a cyborg and he wanted to kill me. All I want to do is sit down and watch Two and a Half Men with my grandson Nathan."

In the year 2013, old grudges will bust open after decades of festering! Only on FOX.

New Products 4 Mehn

CEO Executive Events Coordinator Administer Muscle-Beast Wrangler Bortor Dergun for Campulls Supsup Mantime Meals was posed with a challenging question at a press conference that was held at Glistening Veins Gym in Tuscan Arizone, USA. While the reporter inquired about the future of Mantime Meals' new product, Dergun snapped a full grown bull's neck in five places while miXXXing his new sup with Lord Lift Powder, a weight training supplement. He then proceeded to pull the bull's head clean off and wear it as a hat. This gave all the manbraves uncontrollable erections, and the woman with worthless fallopian tubes became pregnant with triplet mini-wrestling boys with admirably large penises.

Reporter: "How is your new supsup better than foods that can't be eaten without chewing?"

Bortor Dergun: "Buffalo Chunk has always brought big success when it comes to getting pulsing results with no sweat and hardly stalls the gym-jams. With Hot Slab Gruel, you've got a pissed off flavor that penetrates to the core center. It's a new scientific formula that targets the quads and lats in a way that actually substitutes the rest of the blood in your body for more muscle. All that's left is to perfect the concoction until your bones and skin are also consolidated into more muscle. Fuck Yeah (copyrighted).

Reporter: "Can we see a demonstration?" (cannot hide his erection, gives up trying)

Bortor Dergun: "Sure thing... hurrrrrr!"

A New Study: Radiation Does Not Exist

A new study conducted by the East Chico, California Community College "Jr. Tech Leaders" of America (a non-credit "fun" course) has suggested that radiation helps you "not be a pussy."

Lincoln Vein-Rod (R-Tennessee) has used the evidence gathered by the young Americans at East Chico to write a report based on these findings, claiming that "radiation doesn't exist," except only as a proven method of transforming pussies to patriots. Mr. Vein-Rod insists that radiation is an excellent method of turning liberals into "nuclear power fighters for freedom." Mr. Vein-Rod has suggested sprinkling radiation into women who believe that murdering the lord's unborn children is acceptable. He has also recommended that we sprinkle radiation juice into the head-tops of crybaby teachers who selfishly want to get paid enough to eat a warm meal.

He made mention of his plans on Dash Stryker's popular morning AM radio talkshow "Eagle Talon" where he said... "America's weak-boned, soft-fleshed teachers, who are pretty much just babysitters, need to chug some of this radiation to turn them tough, hard-talking patriots. There are so many sissies out there who want their cars to run on things like peace, love and harmony. Well, listen here, I come from a world where cars run a little fuel called AMERICA."

Mr. Vein-Rod later went into detail discussing the scientific proof of his claims on radiation. He explained that a week before, he and the East Chico students put some radiation on a bear. He said that the bear died. But before it died, it became a patriot. He qualified his statement by saying that "the only reason the bear died was because it was too big of pussy to handle the transformation into a true patriot."

Lead Guitarist for "The My Mom's Basement Band"

"THE BONE CREEK MONTHLY"
Southwest Bone Creek South Dakota Community College Newspaper
ARTS & ENTERTAINMENT

Jhoe Chooch, the lead guitarist for "The My Mom's Basement Band" will be playing the school cafeteria this Monday afternoon at 12:30pm. People are urged to donate canned food, frozen pizzas and Doritos chips to Jhoe, as his Mom has recently cut him off from "all the food in her cupboards" once she found out Jhoe was spending his allowance on internet pornography and single shots of Potter's Vodka.

The My Mom's Basement band began back in 1992 when Jhoe lost his job at Terry's Hot Dogs and had to come back home to live with his mom. Now, at the age of 41, Jhoe has written some personal songs that reflect the turn his life has taken. "Broken" is by far his strongest song. It tells the story of how he had to sell his "dragon wrapped around a misty globe" paperweight to help pay for his food expenses.



"Lost Soul," another winning track, chronicles Jhoe's spin into deep depression after his mother told him he had to pay her fifty cents every time he flushed the toilet. As an act of revenge, Jhoe locked himself in the bathroom and flushed the toilet seventy six times, putting him thirty eight dollars in debt with his mother. It's a debt, that after two years, he has yet to fully pay. His newest album, "Pain," is a strong effort, but lacks the same raw emotion of his earlier work. In the song "Borrowed," Jhoe tells the story of how he doesn't own a guitar or a tape recorder so he had to borrow them from a twelve year old boy named Crotch who lives down the road a few houses. On the album's closing track, "Black Hole," Jhon is most open about his hunger for food, singing on the chorus "I used to have tater tots and chicken nuggets, now I all I have is one more pizza pocket, tear out my heart and tell me I can't believe in hope... or love." It's a gut-wrenching tale of loss, and perhaps the album's brightest gem.

Don't miss Jhoe this Monday at the Cafeteria and if you can spare some canned peanuts, Toni Braxton's Parti Pizzas or Mother Becky's Chicken Tenders, Jhoe would really appreciate it.

"The Weed Hiders" by Toker: For The Modern Bud Smoker

As a "bud man," I've always felt shortchanged by regular cargo pants, even some cargo pants with bonus pockets and "zip zones." I just don't feel like I can TRULY hide my dope stash and get peace of mind knowing the cops aren't going to find it. You know?

I've spent my whole 4:20 career looking for the right pair of pants that I could feel safe tucking a "21 Bud Salute" sack into without the cops being able to find it during a pat down.

Well, I've finally found the pants I've been looking for with "The Weed Hiders" by Toker. They have an intricate series of pulleys, levers, elevators and passageways to help keep my weed stash hidden from the probing hands of lawmen. Good thing I got them because I had a brush with the law my first day wearing them.

The other day, my friend and I were making a smoke oven in my lowered Geo Metro in the Bowel Mart parking lot listening to Lazer Floyde. Then, all of a sudden all these cops pulled up and told us to get out. The thing was, I had a massive "21 Bud Salute" in the 14th pocket of my right pant leg. The cops started groping my legs and eventually worked their way down to the 14th pocket. When they opened the zipper, it tripped a switch that elevated my bag of dope up to my 3rd pocket. When the officer saw the bulge move up my pantleg he got even more suspicious. When he went back up to my 3rd pocket and pulled the zipper open, it triggered the "zip zone power pulley" which slid my dope bag around my anus into the 25th pocket on my left pantleg. So by the time the officer got around to checking my left pantleg, when he opened the 25th cargo pocket, I tugged at the heel of my pants with my Skate Shoe to activate the "emergency eject" cord, which activated an high-powered sling shot, busting a hole through the anus of my pants and catapulting my dope bag safely into some bushes directly behind me.

When the officer started patting my butt, he felt the hole and asked how it got there. I just told him I was a "rag man" and having a hole in my anus is the proper style for my subculture. He just scoffed in response and told me I was "no son of America." That's when he got back his cruiser and left WITHOUT EVEN GIVING ME A DOPE CITATION!

Thanks Weed Hiders!