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Royer to Open Chain of Dollar Stores

February 9, 2013 1 comment

By Bernie Keebler
Senior Staff Writer
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Incarcerated Terrifying Bat GM Cor Scorpionis (formerly Ric Royer) announced today that he will open a chain of dollar stores in Lankville City.

The Dollar Bush will begin with 13 locations.

“We elected to go with The Dollar Bush because we want people to think of a tender, full, motherly bush that yields great fruits,” noted Cor Scorpinois, who was interviewed in the newly-erected “Fun Hall” at the Foontz-Flonnaise Home of Abundant Senselessness.  “It’s a bush that you see from far away, from, say, across a busy highway.  But even from that great distance, you can see the blossoming bush fruits.  And you know immediately that you can pick them.”

“For a dollar,” added Cor Scorpionis, after a moment of reflection.

The executive, who also operates a chain of automats and is constructing a roller-skating rink, stated that his dollar stores will be distinctive.

“Upon occasion, we will covertly bring an extremely valuable item into select locations,” the eccentric entrepreneur stated as he hurled a small beanbag through a distant basketball hoop much to the delight of his fellow inmates.  “It will be, say, a voucher for an in-ground swimming pool or a remaindered car.  And anyone, any customer can pick it up and take it up to the counter and secure the right to pass through what we will call a period of “ULTRA MENACE”.  If the customer prevails during the period of “ULTRA MENACE”, then he will be able to purchase the valuable item for just one dollar.”

Cor Scorpionis refused to go into further detail about the “ULTRA MENACE” but stated that it would be a challenging test of strength.  “I feel confident that the average dollar store customer will not be able to withstand it but I could be surprised,” the mogul noted.

The Dollar Bush is slated to begin operation in early April.

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We are Responsible for the Cavebeast-Driven Balloon Bombs

February 8, 2013 Leave a comment

By Gino Peebles and Johnny “Nature” Trippetts
Special Evil Correspondents

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We are responsible for the cavebeast-driven balloon bombs that have started to fall on selected targets in and around Lankville.

We’ve included a picture.  This is about ten minutes after we launched one of these bad boys.  What do you think of that, Lankville?  You think you’re going to stop a burning balloon being driven by a half-blind cavebeast?   These cavebeats– we breed ’em.  We breed ’em to KILL.  And to drive balloons.

We have no real demands.  No motives.  We just like launching these burning balloons and then taking pictures of ourselves laughing and laughing and laughing.

So, stick that up your ass Lankville.

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An Interview with Chris Vitiello

February 7, 2013 1 comment

By Lance Pepsid
Special Fashion Correspondent
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Lance Pepsid recently had a chance to catch up with 24-Piece Men GM and Decorative Ham magnate Chris Vitiello.  The interview was held in someone’s yard.

CV:  I see they’ve sent you again, Mr. Pepsid.  Baffling, really.

LP:  Well, today I’m prepared with some hockey questions.  Now…

Suddenly, a gigantic hot-air balloon appeared over the horizon.  The balloon was bobbing furiously as though possessed by some sort of unearthly wind.  It seemed to be heading straight for Mr. Pepsid and Mr. Vitiello.

LP:   Let’s switch gears.  What do you make of this approaching balloon?

CV:  I have never seen anything like it.  It is absolutely astonishing and, yet, profane.  It turns the stomach the way it is being tossed about by the wind.  I notice too that it appears unmanned.

LP:   Do you think it will crash?

CV:  Most certainly.  It’s also on fire.  It will explode momentarily.

As predicted, the balloon suddenly erupted in flames.  Its descent accelerated.

LP:  Now that the balloon is drawing closer, I believe I see someone or something in the basket.

CV:  Yes.  It is a loathsome, scaly creature, absolutely abominable.  It’s a horror from the heavens.

LP:  Do you think it will kill us?

CV:  If we do not move from these delightfully comfortable plastic outdoor chairs, then yes, it will.

LP:  So there is a swiftly-moving, burning balloon, being piloted by a nightmarish creation headed straight towards us.

CV:  It draws even closer now.  I noticed that the owner [of the house] has used a chemical on the grass to make it greener.

LP:  There’s a little grill over there and some charcoal.

CV(nodding): Yes…I…

Pepsid and Vitiello suddenly fell asleep in their chairs and the interview was ended prematurely as the balloon continued its descent.

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That Piece of Shit Never Did Give Me Back My Fucking Five Dollars that He Borrowed to Buy a Fish Dinner

February 6, 2013 Leave a comment

By Fingers Rolly
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I don’t know what the fuck is going on but that piece of shit never did give me back my five dollars.  He borrowed it to pay for that motherfucking fish dinner we had at the church near the overpass.  You walk twenty feet and you’re in a fucking swamp.  What kind of asshole builds a church by a swamp?

Afterwards, we went back to the shack and I screamed at that fucking brown desert.  That piece of shit looked shocked by the whole thing, ended up leaving early.  Fuck him.

But he does owe me that five dollars.  He got the cod.

The Pondicherry Association News would like to apologize for the preceding article.  Mr. Rolly was assigned an article on goalie masks.

The Ordeal of a Cosmonaut by “Nick”

February 6, 2013 Leave a comment

Continuing falseness from an anus.

Gustav has died.  He expired quietly in the night, after eating a light dinner of candy.

I cannot bury him.  The cracked, dry earth yields to no pick or shovel.  So, after saying some words and repeating some great astronaut quotations, I burn the body near the outlands.   As I watch the great conflagration, I could not help but be slightly unnerved by thoughts of the Wandls.  I stare constantly at the far-off hills but nothing appears.

I spend the next day hauling enormous quantities of candy back to the bunker.  After that, I make few trips outside.  I continue to read Gustav’s strange account.

The great pink pancakes are now coming into the yard.  I can see their tracks in the morning.  Occasionally, my lawn chair is overturned.  Though I see no prints of man, I know that Blectum is with them.

In the evenings, I climb onto the roof and survey the area.  I see nothing.  On the cot inside, I read more.

The great pink pancakes were back last night.  A message was left in the dust.  It said, WANDLS.  I know now their name.  And I know that Blectum is with them.

I keep Gustav’s ray with me at all times.  It is an older model and it no longer charges well.  I have no idea if it works.  I am growing ill.

The Wandls were back again last night.  They have grown bolder.  They removed an outer screen in the bathroom window, bore or punched a huge hole in the middle and then replaced it.  And I saw Blectum’s tracks for the first time.  I know there will be an attack.

Here, the text becomes confusing.  A series of violent images, hastily-scrawled notes followed by vast accounts of the dead.  Blectum appears only as a mysterious and sinister figure, faraway and yet present.  The bunker is partially-destroyed and Gustav takes refuge in a series of candy sheds.

I have killed hundreds of Wandls.  But they are merely replaced by hundreds of new Wandls.  It is ungodly.


The text becomes muddled.  It is unclear what happened but the attack suddenly ceased.  There are pages of indecipherable writing.  There is a large chart listing available candies.  There is a shocking and sudden account of a decades-old murder.

And then it hits me.  Gustav was mad.

That night, I pack some candy and head for the interior.

Small Pizzas GM “Inner Hammer” Defeated in Boxing Debut

February 5, 2013 Leave a comment

By Grady Kitchens
Senior Staff Writer
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Small Pizzas GM “Inner Hammer” was defeated last night in his boxing debut in the Teets Island Chain.

The executive (0-1-0), who had been training for several days, was knocked out in the first round by challenger Denny Barbies (11-21-3) at the Cape Hats Arena before a modest crowd of 41 spectators.

The following is Mr. Kitchens’ official report:

I sat with Inner Hammer in the bowels of the great Cape Hats Arena, waiting for word.  It was a triple bill and Inner Hammer was to fight second.  His manager, a little Teets Islander named Mincher, was upset over his fighter’s dinner– fried chicken, donuts and fruit punch.  “You can’t win a fight with that shit on your stomach,” he kept saying, as he moved sullenly about the ill-lit room, chomping a cigar that was later revealed to be fake.  “Sorry, boss,” Inner Hammer kept replying softly, as his hands were taped.

Finally, an attendant opened the door.  “You’re up,” he said and Inner Hammer put on his robe– a strange garment with vertical stripes representing all the colors of the rainbow.  “Christ, that’s gaudy,” old Mincher said.  He was generally displeased with everything.  “Gee, boss, sorry,  I thought it was nice,” Inner Hammer responded.  He looked down at the floor as we made our way up the ramps and into the arena.

I could see Barbies up there.  He was a strange specimen– about 6’3 but with no bulk.  I figured Inner Hammer had about 50 pounds on him.  His manager appeared singularly disinterested.

Mincher gave his man a few words of advice and then the fighters met in the center of the ring for preliminaries.  “You guys don’t have any firearms?” the referee asked, queerly.  The answer being a confused “no”, the fighters were sent back to their corners.  Then the bell rang.

Inner Hammer stumbled out of his corner with a strange, exaggerated crab walk and a series of little hops.  No one could figure out why.  Barbies, clearly confused, backed away towards the ropes.  Inner Hammer lunged towards him and was caught with a quick, almost defensive uppercut.  The rookie fell backwards onto the canvas.  He was out cold.

Barbies, who had not won since 1997, was immediately declared the victor.  They took Inner Hammer back to his chalet.  He has refused all interview requests.

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Royer Changes Name to “Cor Scorpionis, Blood Probationer”

February 5, 2013 Leave a comment

By Dick Oakes, Jr.
Senior Staff Writer
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Terrifying Bat GM The Great President of Hell (formerly Ric Royer) has changed his name to “Cor Scorpionis, Blood Probationer” according to sources following the story.

“He asked us to set up a lectern, some lights and a buffet,” stated Warden Jenness of the Foontz-Flonnaise Home of Abundant Senselessness, where Cor Scorpionis is incarcerated.  “But then he spent all morning in his room, putting together a puzzle so we have yet to receive an official statement.”

Cor Scorpionis, who was later interviewed privately, explained the change, his third this year.

“It is folly and a rape of truth to ignore the machinations,” stated the executive, who was clearly distracted by both the completed puzzle (a photographic depiction of a dog lounging on an oversized bean bag chair) and his dazzling layout of illuminated porcelain Christmas structures.  “I say furthermore that this layout is of the Circle, and the Eye of Horus that sleepeth not, but is vigilant. The Circle is nearly all-perfect, nearly equal in every way.  And if I was ever brought my box of soda, it would be complete.”

Cor Scorpionis then gave his attendant a fierce look of disapproval and the interview was ended prematurely.

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Pondicherry Readers Speak Out

February 5, 2013 1 comment

By W. O’Brien
Plumber
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The Pondicherry Book is the first thing I’ve ever owned that’s not either a tool or related to plumbing.  Or vitamins.  I like to eat vitamins while I drill into the fetid drywall beneath the sink.  There is no real purpose to this drilling; nevertheless, I get a real kick out of changing the bits and boring huge senseless holes into the wall and, upon occasion, the floor.  Oftentimes, I don’t even properly use the drill.  I just slam that bit in and crush it into the wall or the floor with brute, angry, violent force.  I scream while I do this, which is often.  Most of the time my drill isn’t even properly charged.  I think it cuts straight through bone too.

Royer’s Madcap Experiences: My Time with Dwight

February 2, 2013 3 comments

By The Great President of Hell (formerly Ric Royer)
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We had been sitting in lawn chairs for some time before Dwight finally looked up.

“Let’s go over to Chunktown.  You can get damn near anythin’ in Chunktown.”

I was afraid.  You heard a lot of bad things about Chunktown in those days.  Populated by foreign Chunk Islanders, all communication was transmitted through a series of grunts and hand signals. Misunderstandings were common.  That’s when you could get yourself killed.

“Um hmm.  You can damn near get anythin’ in Chunktown,” Dwight repeated.  He spit on himself accidentally but refused to clear it.  “Guns, drugs, babies, damn near anythin’.  They even got a Gelsinger’s French Toast on in there now.”

The famous nudity hall.  What went on in the back rooms was the stuff of legend.

We stole an ambulance and drove into Chunktown at a steady clip of about 100 MPH.  Dwight put the light and siren on intermittently for reasons unclear.  He chain-smoked.  Nothing was said.  We parked at a nearby hospital and began walking.  It was a particularly dark night.

You knew when you had entered Chunktown.  Suddenly, the sidewalks became cracked and broken and the storefronts lit but covered in cardboard.  There were no social conventions (intercourse could be seen everywhere)– the back of old cars being a popular spot.  “Look at this,” Dwight said, a gigantic smile appearing on his unshaven face.  You could tell that Dwight felt this to be perfectly acceptable.  Felt perhaps that this is how things should be.  “Let’s find that Gelsinger’s.  I got a wad here for’n that back room.”

Just then, someone appeared from a dark alley and shot Dwight in the stomach.  No explanation was given. “Too bad we don’t have that ambulance,” I said senselessly to myself.  I moved on.  He’d be alright.

I found Gelsinger’s.  Gelsinger himself was behind the counter.  “Back room?” he asked.

“What goes on there?”

Gelsinger pointed to a hand-written board above the counter.  “This is what we’re offering tonight.  I’d recommend the ass and hand.  Cheap but of good quality.”  He suddenly threw a plate of scrambled eggs into a nearby blanket.

“I…I can’t do it.”

“Well, it’s for the best, really,” Gelsinger replied.

I high-tailed it out of there.  And now I’m back at Dwight’s, waiting for his return.

Inner Hammer Releases “Big Board of Truth and Fairness”

February 1, 2013 Leave a comment

By Pete Dagobah
Ancient Terrestrial Scribe
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Small Pizzas GM “Inner Hammer” released his “Big Board of Truth and Fairness” during a restrained event at a Teets Island Chain park in which sacks were shoved into large holes for reasons unclear.

“”The Big Board of Truth and Fairness” has been created to judge the actions of all mankind and also food,” noted the executive, whose sack suddenly erupted initiating a long period of hysteria and confusion.  “The Board is a physical board, yes, a large board with an infinite number of lights but it is also an unseen board, a board of mystery.  I serve mankind notice.”

“And also food,” “Inner Hammer” added before his sack suddenly erupted again.

“Only certain people will have access to the Board,” stated the GM, as a worker mended his ruptured sack.  “You have to pass a multiple-choice exam and some other tests.  I will be slowly releasing more information over time.”

“Inner Hammer” then stepped up to his hole only to have his sack burst yet again.

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Pucking Around: Brock Belvedere’s Notebook

February 1, 2013 1 comment

By Brock Belvedere, Jr.
Senior Staff Writer
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TRANSACTION REACTION

The Association has been wildly and sometimes murderously abuzz with talk of the recent goaltender trade between the 24-Piece Men and the Uncolored Condiments.  “It was felt that we had problems with our goal mouth,” noted 24-Piece Men GM and owner Chris Vitiello, who swapped Cory Schneider to the Condiments for Pekka Rinne.  “I am quite regretful of all the serial killers that the trade has incited; that was certainly not our intention.”

“It is the first time I’ve ever seen anything like it,” noted Detective Gee-Temple, who was assigned to the cases.  “The trade just set off some bad chemicals in the minds of certain unstable individuals and we’ve seen a wave of murders, mostly in the hills and behind the cold storage facility.  We hope that we are closing in on the perpetrators.”

Commissioner Pondicherry has yet to release a statement.

HOOVER ISLAND UPDATE

The expansion Hoover Island Stamps have sold out all of their home contests thus far and are enjoying their inaugural season in the Pondicherry Association despite languishing miserably in last place.

“The play of the club has been appalling,” said monarch and club owner Aaron Tucker.  “But the primarily nude people of our island have supported the club with their usual zeal and it has quickly become a tradition to root for this distressingly poor club and its eerie, shocking, petrifying lack of ability.”

Tucker smiled widely while crying for nearly a minute before finally excusing himself from the room.

THE HAUNTED PEN

A haunted hog pen was discovered last night on a nearby farm.

“We do not yet understand the ramifications of this,” noted commissioner Dr. Albert C. Pondicherry, Jr., who was interviewed while staring at an exercise machine in his living room.  “It has been confirmed haunted and no one is daring to approach it.  That’s what we know now.  I cannot discuss the ramifications of this on the league because we are still processing all the available information.”

The pen in question is a muddy, weedy enclosure on the side of a hill.  The owner is currently unknown.

I Don’t Know What the Fuck is Going On at these God Damn Fire Stations Anymore

January 31, 2013 1 comment

By Fingers Rolly
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Christ as my god damn witness, I don’t know what the fuck is going on at these god damn fire stations anymore.  Used to be, you had a brick building that’d sit between some other brick buildings.  They had a fucking flag hanging out front, some windows, and a little dog that was always an asshole.

Now they’ve got these motherfucking centers.  Huge bitches that sit off on their own in front of a bunch of shitbox houses.  They look like god damn shopping malls.  And you think they ever bring the engines out on Saturdays for a hose-down?  Fuck no.  You don’t ever see one of those freeloading fucks.  I mean never.

And that’s what our taxes go to.

The Pondicherry Association News would like to apologize for the preceding article.  Mr. Rolly was assigned an article on hockey jerseys.

Vitiello Whips, Releases Several Players

January 30, 2013 1 comment

By Grady Kitchens
Senior Staff Writer
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24-Piece Men GM Chris Vitiello whipped and then released several players following Pondicherry League action last night. The players have not yet been named.

“He came right into the locker room with an incredible sense of purpose and resolve on his face,” noted forward Sidney Crosby, who is not believed to be one of the players cut loose. “He went over to [name withheld] and whipped him mercilessly, then handed him a pink slip. Following that, some guys took this giant industrial vacuum cleaner and sucked everything out of [his] locker. Didn’t even give him a chance to claim any personal items. It was terrible.”

Crosby stated that the same series of events happened to two further players.

“It happened three times total. Then Mr. Vitiello left the [locker] room and the guys with the big giant vacuum cleaner followed.”

“They even sucked up the [player’s] street clothes,” Crosby added. “They had nothing to wear.”

The 24-Piece Men remain mired in 8th place in the 9-team league.

“We haven’t been playing well,” said forward Patrick Sharp, who also witnessed the event. “But there’s no call for coming into a locker room, whipping people and then sucking up all their personal effects with a humungous vacuum cleaner that allows nothing, nothing at all to remain. It was a sort of vacuum holocaust, if you will.”

The 24-Piece Men are expected to release a statement today.

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Grump with Gump: A Letters Column

January 29, 2013 Leave a comment

By Gump Tibbs
Senior Staff Writer
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The Pondicherry Association News is pleased to present a new letters column “Grump with Gump”.  Send missives to: Area 14 (Desert), Outer Lankville, 1271.

Dear Gump,

Motherfuck this brown bitch of a desert, the wide asshole.

Fingers Rolly, Outer Lankville

Dear Fingers,

You need to relax.  The desert can be a place of great beauty, what with all those weeds and cacti.  Embrace it.  It’s also a great place to dispose of firearms.

Gump

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Dear Gump,

I like the new Vitiello Decorative Hams Arena but find that there is poor air circulation in the upper deck.  It wasn’t covered much in the press, but several people have suffocated.  Others wander for long periods before returning home.  What can be done?

Pete Fountains, Eastern Lankville

Dear Pete,

My advice is to forget about your troubles.  Put on a nice suit, waltz on out to some nightclub, maybe buy a few guns.  There are no ills that cannot be cured by pampering yourself a bit.

Gump

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Dear Gump,

I am living in a constant state of pure fear and anxiety that is utterly crushing my soul.  I have nothing left to offer anyone and everyone ignores me.  Even my previously vigorous onanistic sessions are now devoid of joy.  What can be done?

Buddy Dannon, Beach Area

Mr. Tibbs forgot to answer Mr. Dannon’s letter.

Vitiello Crosses Street to Feed Neighbor’s Cat

January 26, 2013 Leave a comment

By Brock Belvedere, Jr.
Senior Staff Writer
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24-Piece Men GM and Decorative Ham magnate Chris Vitiello crossed the street this morning to feed his neighbor’s cat. The executive was wearing a thermal one-piece jumper.

“I see that some clod gave you access to our gated community,” said Vitiello, when approached. “I will visit him later.”

Vitiello allowed this reporter to briefly interview him once the cat had been fed.

CV: Nothing wrong with a brisk winter walk in a jumper.
BB: Not at all. Tell us about the cat.
CV: It’s a cat. It needs to be fed. What more is there to extract from that scenario?
BB: Are you…
CV(interrupting): Let’s go ahead and just dispense with the formalities, Mr. Belvedere.

Vitiello began whipping Mr. Belvedere mercilessly and the interview was ended prematurely.

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