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Royer Renovating Building
By Bill Hubble
LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS: YES!
Progress on the Royer Building.
Lankville business magnate Ric Royer has been renovating a building in the Snowy Lake Regions, sources are confirming.
The building, which suffered wind damage last spring and was later bombed in a challenge, was once a warehouse for the Life Lessons Funeral Home.
“It’s very gratifying seeing an historic structure return like some sort of godless revenant and grab a piece of its former grandeur and glory,” noted Royer in a prepared statement. “I’ve been able to watch the progress first-hand from a large chair that I had constructed and set right in the middle of the main room.”
Royer declined to comment on his intentions for the building but said that he likes the idea of starting a fitness center or a magic shop.
“Maybe both,” Royer averred, as his gaze suddenly swung to the ceiling for reasons unclear.
Royer is the founder and owner of Worlds of Royer Toys, an icynene foam installation service and a dinner theatre among other holdings. He currently lives at the Foontz-Flonnaise Home of Abundant Senselessness.
Identity of Youth Mystifies Police
By Buck Igloos
LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS: YES!
There is a boy in the Southern Pond Area jail who is proving very much of a conundrum.
The boy, who was arrested on January 15th in the act of distributing lewd pamphlets, has confounded area and national police.
“We have been unable to find out exactly who he is,” noted Detective Gee-Temple, who was called to the scene. “He first gave his name as George Peterson and then later as Tom Barrasso, Jr. and still later as Floyd Tettleton. At first, he said he came from the Islands but now he’s saying that he comes from the Hills. He has, at various times, said the Eastern and Western Hills.”
The boy is about 15 years of age, stands 5 feet 2 inches and weighs 375 pounds.
A series of lewd pamphlets recently seized by Lankville police.
“He’s pretty wide,” Gee-Temple added. “He’s probably wider than he is tall, if you can imagine.”
The boy stated at first that he had never gone to school but then later said that he had completed two years at a Hill School. He said he had left the Hills two years ago, had been on a boat at one time and arrived in the Southern Pond Area some time last summer. He could not remember the names of his parents or any relatives.
“Hill people sometimes don’t have names,” Gee-Temple noted. “They are a mean people, bound to the soil.”
The boy would not elaborate on how he had taken up the vocation of lewd pamphleteer. “It was a pamphlet catering to behinds,” Gee-Temple stated. “As in, rumps,” the intrepid detective averred.
The distribution of lewd pamphlets carries an automatic sentence of 60 years in the Southern Pond Area.
“I suppose there’s a chance that the boy could serve less time due to being underage,” said Gee-Temple. “He could also, of course, be sent to a retarded home. We’ll just have to see how it plays out.”
Second Volume of Keebaugh Memoirs to Be Released Tomorrow
By Otis Nixon
The second volume of Lankville Daily News correspondent Zach Keebaugh’s memoirs will be released tomorrow, sources are confirming.
My Tussle: Book Two: A Boy in Love, a 1,413-page tome covering “Keebaugh’s middle school years” has gotten rave reviews.
“Keebaugh’s second volume is a monument to the rapture and intoxication of young love,” said literary critic Bernard Varrone, Jr. “When he writes– “yo, love is like the miracle of cool rivers and shit-vast forests” the reader can relate to that in a profound and personal way.”
Keebaugh says that My Tussle: Book Two: A Boy in Love will cover his life from grades 6-8.
Keebaugh, author of “My Tussle”.
“Yo, the book begins with a 100-page reflection on my rejection at the hands of this ginger chick Nicole Wilderson and ends with me and Michelle Farley in a swimming pool at the end of my eighth grade summer,” the writer noted. “What a night that was but another pivotal moment in my struggle.”
Keebaugh is already working on volume three.
“The original plan was to drop a tetraology. A big old fuckin’ tet, man. But now, I’m thinking that this bad boy could end up being six or seven volumes, man. Shit, I’m only at the end of the eighth grade.”
My Tussle: Book Two: A Boy in Love has already sold several thousand advance copies and will be available at most Lankville bookshops.
Gump Penetrates
Gump Tibbs
It’s time for another penetrating interview with Gump Tibbs. Today, Gump interviews UFOlogist Brian Schropp (not to be confused with Lankville Daily News cuisine writer Brian Schropp).
GT: So, for awhile, everybody thought that you were the guy that wrote those delightful articles about food. You’re not?
BS: (deep sighing for 45 seconds): Anybody who is remotely familiar with Dr. Stephen Altbright’s seventeen volume series ‘History Of The Schropp’s In Modern Day Lankville’ knows there are two distinct yet totally separate Schropp bloodlines. That other Brian Schropp belongs to the lesser more primitive bloodline which messed around with all those Hill People. I can assure you Mr. Tibbs, I am in no way connected with that so-called cuisine writer. And quite frankly I’m getting sick and tired of strangers coming up to me asking for my opinion on which pizza pouch would best suit their needs. I AM NOT THAT WRETCHED LOATHSOME MAN!!
GT: You look a little like him.
BS: Please do not insult me any further.
GT: What a delight! Do you like food?
BS: In the respect that everyone needs food to survive, then yes. You might say I have what is called a ‘delicate stomach’ so most foods, even with just a hint of spice, will give me a major case of ‘the runs’. Most of what I eat is very bland and pasty.
GT: Do you prefer flying saucers over food?
The other Brian Schropp
BS: What a silly question! Yes, of course. Food is just a boring constant in our lives. But UFOs, especially on the topic of how gravity relates to them, is so endlessly fascinating. I was a little shocked to find that I was the first to write about this subject matter.
GT: Really fabulous. What is space?
BS: Depends on what you mean by ‘space’. There is the space around us, here in this room. Space between the atoms of each thing in this room, including us. Then you have the space above us which surrounds the room and atoms. So you might ask yourself, ‘How does a flying saucer factor into all these spaces?’ I don’t mind telling you if you’re curious.
GT: Just super. What is gravity?
BS: Depends on what you exactly mean by ‘gravity’. You see, you have the gravity which is holding us down here in our seats. We also have the gravity which holds not only our planet but other mighty celestial things in the cosmos in place, almost like a super dark matter gravity. Now you might ask yourself, ‘How does a flying saucer factor into these different types of gravities?’ I don’t mind telling you if you’re curious.
GT: A lot of people are seeing flying saucers lately. Why?
BS: Well that really depends on what is meant by ‘seeing’. What does the human eye really see? Can our eyes really see the true reality of things, like gravity for instance? Then you need to ask yourself, ‘How does a flying saucer factor into us not seeing the things around us?’ I really don’t mind explaining any of this if you’re curious.
GT: Just remarkable. Do you think aliens have guns?
BS: Oh hell yes! Big huge laser monstrosities which can rip a man’s soul apart. If you have any guns maybe we can pretend to be aliens and then maybe pretend or not so pretend to kill some people.
GT: I have some guns.
(There was a pause and then Tibbs and Schropp ran off with each other).
How to Plan the Perfect Valentine’s Day for Your Husband, Boyfriend, or Lover
By Shirley Naphouse
Celebrate the love you feel for your husband, boyfriend, or lover this Valentine’s Day by going out of your way to make it just absolutely perfect. It doesn’t have to be expensive, complex, or at a water park; rather, a successful Valentine’s Day results from thoughtful planning and paying attention to the small details that you know matter to him.
BE THE ONE DOING THE WOOING
Traditionally, it’s the man who does the wooing on Valentine’s Day. Why not turn the tables this year? Make a change by taking charge and wooing him instead. Sneak up behind him and put your hand over his eyes so he can’t see anything. Shove a soft teddy bear in his face while cooing, “Guess who! Guess who!” Men just love that kind of thing. It’ll surprise him and he’ll enjoy it.
BUILD IT UP
Start talking about the big day early and often. Leave a bunch of notes about it and a picture of you two together on his car. Cover the car in roses a week beforehand. Make frequent phone calls to his work number and hang up. And do something different with yourself like wearing a pony tail or shoes that light up. And if he doesn’t notice, just assume he thinks you look beautiful like you always do!
OFFER TO TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING ON THE DAY
This means paying, driving, organizing, etc. You’re giving him a day off “from love”, with his only responsibility to enjoy! But don’t emasculate him by proverbially cock-blocking his efforts; if he prefers to drive, for example, he won’t find it romantic to be forced to sit on his hands in the passenger seat or in the bed of a pickup truck with that hay you picked up earlier that week. Be aware of his needs.
DRESS UP
Where appropriate, dress up as much as possible to make it a really super special occasion. Obviously, if you’re on a horse-riding date or at a Lingus Nets match, you’ll need to consider clothing changes but for the formal and dressy parts of the date, look your absolute best. Any dress less than, say, $400, will just not do. But remember, taking care to remind him of how stunning you are is only one part of the dressing up; it’s also about feeling your luscious bests and about showing you care enough to make the effort for a special occasion.
DO SOMETHING THAT MAKES HIM BLUSH
There are some things that only he should ever get to see and this can be used to your advantage when thinking up ways to surprise him. Some ideas include:
- Get a fake tattoo somewhere really private. Consult the internet if you’re not sure where that is. Make it something meaningful like his name (first or last) or a special secret the two of you share. If you’re feeling really wild, make it a real, permanent tattoo! Or suggest the two of you get one together! Consult the internet again if you’re not sure where his private areas are.
- Get a nude photo portfolio taken of you by a professional (and reputable) nude portfolio photographer. Classy nude photos of you in an album may be one of the best gifts he’s ever received!
- Proclaim your love for your husband in public. Hang a banner that says you love him in a place where lots of people get to read it (in a mall, off a highway ramp, covering the door of his office. Ring up a radio show and have them “play your song” along with your words of love. Leave an enormous loving card at his work that just begs to be read by the receptionist. Have a t-shirt printed with his face and words of love written on it and wear it all day. Get balloons printed with his face inside a love heart, have them filled with helium and walk around with them.
SEXUAL INTERCOURSE
Men like sex. So sexual intercourse should definitely be part of the plan on Valentine’s Day. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but try to spice it up, to make it special. Let your hair down, so to speak. Either that, or just go straight for anal. But be adventurous, spontaneous, and make it fun for both of you. If you show him a wild night, it’s guaranteed that he’ll remember it for years to come.
This Lamp, this World
Sultry Stories by Cindy Cones
The stories of Cindy Cones are recommended for individuals over 18 years of age.
This lamp, this world.
You remember when we bought this lamp, baby? You and me- it was supposed to last forever, right? “This is a good sturdy lamp,” the salesman said. I looked past him– right at you, remember? You pursed your lips, ran your hand through your hair. “We’ll take it,” you said. “I’ll wrap it for you,” the salesman said.
“There’s no need.”
The salesman was surprised but neither one of us was looking at him, right? You were blinking quickly but your gaze was black and direct and boring into me.
“I need some men’s products. You got any men’s products around here?” you asked.
“Sure,” the salesman said. He pointed down the street. “Go down a block or so. Must be four or five places. You can’t miss ’em.” He handed you the lamp then. You took it.
We spent awhile in the store. You got what we needed and more besides. Couple of auto-jiggers, a bullfight poster, three handguns, a lighter with your name engraved on it. And some hardware. Hardware to hang our lamp.
We got home. You found a step stool, remember that? A hammer, some of that hardware. And then you found something else.
My lips.
We kissed passionately. It seemed to me that all the loneliness and craving of my whole life was satisfied in that instant. And yet, I was almost frightened by the web of coincidences that had woven our lives together. What if even a single strand had broken? What if I had not been sent from the High Hills Area to the Snowy Lake Area? What if you had not been working in the hard toy department of that store I had wandered into? What if…what if…
You shoved me erotically onto a sofa. “When I kiss you, I see a flare of saffron in the sky,” you said. Remember that? “The white-hot heat,” I said.
Then, it was just you and me.
And then it wasn’t. It was just the lamp. The room was empty and forlorn. The walls were peeling. And I found your letter.
“Had to go out for more guns. Be back,” you wrote.
That was five months ago.
And now…it’s just this lamp…and me…and this world.
Collector’s Corner with Bobby Pinewood
Bobby Pinewood
For many years, the old-fashioned “record album” had been passed over on the Lankville music market by such technical innovations as the “compact disc”, “the cassette tape” and the “spinning tune globe”. But now, vinyl is enjoying a sort of renaissance, thanks to a series of new mall stores popping up around Lankville and the tenacity of a few dedicated purists. Today, on “Collector’s Corner with Bobby Pinewood”, we’re going to have a look at one of Lankville’s most prized records.
The famous picture sleeve of the Sta-cee 45.
Any discussion of rare records, of course, must begin with Sta-cee’s exceedingly scarce 1973 “45 RPM” single– “Dollar Bill Ring” b/w “Gotta Tree”. Released by the small Hitsville label out of the Central Lankville Showy Suburban Area, the record was directly responsible for a series of riots and counter-revolutionary tank salvos and was recalled almost immediately. “Only about 40 or 50 copies leaked out,” said noted “record” collector Bill Stynes, who has also written a manuscript on the incident which was later used to prop up the short leg of a chair. “Sta-cee was so mortified by the destructive effect of her music that she lapsed into a state of complete seclusion, emerging only occasionally for pens or snacks.”
Of the 47 known copies, only 21 are rated “Near Mint”. And of these, only 12 include the original picture sleeve with the now-famous suggestive photo of the lovely Sta-cee. “My Lord, it’s a great picture sleeve,” said “record” collector and Lankville Daily News correspondent Brock Belvedere, Jr. “Such nice lighting. Nice framing. I…I really like it a lot.”
“The ol’ jogging partners are really emphasized,” agreed Stynes, who suddenly placed a blanket over his lap.
What of the Hitsville label? We caught up with founder and former producer Mickey Olive at a recent “record” show.
A look at the label.
“We were mortified by the public’s reaction of course,” Oliver, now 72, averred. “It was just a bouncy little tune with a lot of little funny trumpet sounds and inane lyrics. There was nothing to indicate it would set off a riot and then provoke the kind of reaction from the Lankville government at the time. They completely leveled a bunch of buildings and record stores and even drove their tanks into the woods and just started firing senselessly in there. To this day, I really have no idea what it was all about.”
“Music can be a sort of revolutionary expression,” said Northern Lankville Easier University professor John Patreenus-Binders. “The Sta-cee Incident, as it’s now known, was one of those moments.”
Whatever the reason, the 45 remains relevant. Just last year, a Mint copy in picture sleeve was auctioned. The price? A whopping $550 million (and a deed to a mall).
“No question, the price will continue to go up,” said Stynes. “There’s no reason it won’t.”
First Volume of Keebaugh Memoirs to Be Released Tomorrow
By Otis Nixon
The first volume of Lankville Daily News correspondent Zach Keebaugh’s memoirs will be released tomorrow, sources are confirming.
My Tussle, a 1,284-page tome covering “Keebaugh’s early years” has gotten rave reviews.
Keebaugh, author of “My Tussle”.
“Keebaugh plays a sort of literary hopscotch with time, space and mood,” said literary critic Bernard Varrone, Jr. “I appreciate the way in which [Keebaugh] is not like other Lankville writers. There is nothing cute and bouncy about him. We’re just seeing too much of that cute and bouncy sort of thing these days. Either that, or terrorist attack novels.”
Keebaugh says that My Tussle will cover the period of his birth up until 6th grade.
“Yo, the book ends when I told this ginger chick Nicole Wilderson that I liked her and she shot me down like an old dog,” the writer noted. “Pivotal moment in my struggle.”
Keebaugh is already working on volume two.
“The plan is to drop a tetraology, yo. Couple of interconnected deuces storming the ol’ literary canyon if you know what I’m saying.”
My Tussle has already sold several thousand advance copies and will be available at most Lankville bookshops.
What Happens When Nobody Picks Up a Pizza?
By Scott, Manager of the Pizza A-Round
When you order a pizza, you enter into a contract.
99% of the time, that contract is honored by both parties. The pizzeria makes the pizza, the customer picks up the pizza. Pretty elementary. Happens every day, millions and millions of times all across Lankville (and sometimes in the islands).
But every so often, that contract breaks down. That voice on the other end– the one that said they’d be “carrying out” that pizza. Well, let’s just say that they don’t hold up their end of the bargain. That pizza never gets picked up. It sits on a counter waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
What’s to be done?
There are two philosophies on this. The first is that– hey– the employees of the pizzeria get themselves a free meal. Maybe somebody gets to take it home. Maybe it gets thrown out your car window at a homeless person at the end of your shift.
But me– I’ve never taken that philosophy. That ain’t how we do it at the Round– let’s just say that.
First, let’s look at the information available to you about your deadbeat customer. You got a phone number. That’s essential. Maybe you got a name. That’s secondary. You got some idea of where they live. After all, there ain’t nobody that’s gonna’ drive more than 20 minutes for a pie.
Now, you might be thinking– what the hell can I do with such minimal information.
The answer is a lot. If you got the right tools.
At the Round, we subscribe to a database that allows one to access in-depth information on just about anyone, provided that you’ve got a phone number. In the past, I wouldn’t even have told you that we had that database but the thing is, the guy that sold it to us– he’s dead. Killed in a challenge. Matter of fact, he was challenged twice in one evening, the story goes. But that’s neither here nor there.
Back to the database. You got the number, now you just plug it in and BAM- you got yourself an address. Not only that– but you can break down the details on the house itself. We’re talking square footage, number of stories, semi-detached or single family, all that shit.
And now it’s just a matter of making a plan. What will be your approach? Some people go straight for the front door– couple of loud fist knocks and a demand for payment. Me? I go for a side window and a knife in my mouth. I hold up the pizza. “WHAT ABOUT THIS, ASSHOLE?” I usually yell. Oh, it scares the living hell out of them.
Every place may have a slight variation on this technique. You can’t argue with the pie graphs that my boy Bri made up though. We get payment from 9 out of 10 deadbeats.
We ain’t no lightweights.
Who is the Man From Across the Wall?
Thoughts…by Lance Blankenship
All of Craughing is waiting. Waiting to find out the identity of the man from across the wall.
Just this morning, I traveled down to Panda Barrier Island to meet with several high-level gentlemen from the refinery– the one where they refine water from the gulf and then dump it back into the gulf in jars for reasons not entirely clear. If you’ve ever traveled along the Memory Pool Trail, you’ll know the one.
Many of the men were afraid. “We’ve taken to locking our doors at night,” said one. “We never locked our doors before even when someone was staying over and sleeping on an air mattress right in the front room.” The men began talking about air mattresses. “The flocked top eliminates the need for sheets,” said one. “I like the extra-wide opening on the valve,” said another, who left the room shortly thereafter following a moment of pure awkwardness as refined as that aforementioned gulf water.
Well, we know what men in factories think. What about the women? I spoke with one (we’ll call her Daisy) who keeps house at a Panda Barrier Island motel.
“We’ve been told to keep an eye out,” said the redheaded Daisy, whose ebullient disposition is known far and wide in these parts. “I just can’t imagine what he wants with little old Craughing. We keep to ourselves, we don’t get involved in these sort of international multicultural sort of things.”
“Fuck him,” Daisy added, after a long pause.
And so the ladies have chimed in. Well, now it’s Lance Blankenship’s turn.
I think we need to be patient. I think we need to allow the gentle hand of justice to reach out, to cup this individual, whoever he may be. We need to show him our big flaming beacon of hope– many of our big flaming beacons of hope, even. It need not just be one beacon. We need to show him reason. And most of all, we need to show him love.
Godspeed.
Lance
The Two Policemen
The constable sat at his desk staring languidly at the wall. His barrel chest, which made him look a tad top-heavy, seemed to breathe irregularly and his hands worked the button of a battered fountain pen. The light came through the blinds in grey half-formed shafts.
The sergeant entered and closed the door behind him. I don’t care for him, no, not at all the constable thought.
“Have a chair, Sergeant.”
The sergeant sat and produced an ordinary green file folder. He began looking through it slowly, as if he had never before seen printed pages. The constable eyed the three dirty chevrons on the patch on his sleeve. I don’t know anything about him, after all these years. Not the faintest idea of what his life is like when he leaves this building the constable thought. The light seemed to dim.
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t particularly have an answer for you,” the sergeant said after a time.
The constable thought about this. For some reason, he stared at the telephone on his desk, as though the ancient machine might have some answers.
“Well, how did he get across, Sergeant?”
The sergeant paused for a moment and stared at the same gauzy light. He started to look at the folder again but stopped himself.
“Sir, I am prepared to blame it on an extraordinary confluence of events, each unlikelier than the one that preceded it.”
“What the hell kind of answer is that, Sergeant? Did he have any jack on him? Did you check to see if the jack was all jack and not just an ace on top backed with a bunch of damn hay?” Although he knew he had been forbidden the pleasure by his doctor, the constable produced a pipe anyway and filled it with tobacco. He lit it furiously.
“No, sir. Well, at least, we have not arrested him yet, sir.”
The constable puffed on the pipe nervously.
“Well, where is he?”
“Well, sir, let me tell you!” The sergeant seemed very pleased with himself and adjusted his thin frame in the stiff-back chair. “A recon team has been dispatched to the area around Cotton Cones– we got a reliable source up there that says that our man was seen at one of those towels-by-the-pound places. They have a million of those up there.”
“At one time, it was the capitol of such things, as they are,” the constable noted. His pipe had gone out and he was tamping the tobacco down with his huge thumb.
“Yes, sir. So, we also have Stakeout Team 7 in an abandoned store front opposite. I believe, in fact, that it was once the site of another towels-by-the-pound shop. A defunct one, you understand. There were a bunch of towels in there at least. Team 7 is on the second floor watching as we speak. Bunch of towels up there too.”
The constable thought about it for awhile.
“When are you bringing him in? Today?”
“Sir, we’re hoping that the individual will return to the towels-by-the-pound shop at some point over the next few days. My source indicates that he was hired to work there and that as soon as the paperwork clears…”
“Is that Trudy Balance’s place? Big woman– big clumps of hair? Her husband was murdered abroad– left her a big boat of gravy? Used it to buy that towels place? That the one?”
“I believe so, sir.”
There was a long silence.
“Fine. Let’s have an update first thing tomorrow morning Sergeant. You don’t know the headache this is causing me.”
“Yes sir.”
The sergeant left the room.
The constable got up and ambled over to the far wall where, encased in an antique gilt frame, hung a detailed map. The constable followed State Highway 10 west until he arrived at the town of Cotton Cones. His eyes rested there awhile.”
“Fifty, sixty miles from the wall,” he said to nobody.
Then he turned his attention away from the map of Craughing.
Funny Stories by Dick Oakes, Jr.
Dick Oakes, Jr.
It was one of those towels by the pound joints. Some fuck of a town beyond the Outlands.
I was in the back room, in a cramped office. I had to fill out a bunch of strange forms, all yellow and in duplicate. I couldn’t figure on any of it.
The owner was odd-looking. She had big bunches of hair wrapped up in a lazily-built bun. She wore no bra and she wasn’t selling it much. She chain-smoked.
“Make sure you fill out all those forms,” she kept whispering softly through the cigarette haze.
“Never seen forms like this,” I said. They were asking for all kinds of crazy shit– they wanted months and years on everything.
“Where are you from?”
“Lankville. Eastern.”
“You’re not in Lankville. You’ve crossed over.”
“Into what?”
She didn’t say anything for awhile. Then: “Didn’t you notice all the big walls? All the checkpoints? How’d you get through?”
I thought about the previous night. Nothing came. I dimly remembered the afternoon– cases of beer in a shopping cart. That was it.
She stubbed out her cigarette and lit another. 
“I need someone,” she said. “I haven’t had anyone wander in here looking for work in years. Everyone in Cotton Cones thinks they’re above this work. Ever since that government training program. They didn’t miss very many people.”
I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. I was signing my name for the hundredth time.
“They came along out of the west,” she said, looking off distantly. “They came into churches and schools and said, let’s have these boys and girls. And they took them out of the schools and they trained them for the Initiative. Capitol “I”, small n, small i, small t, small i…”
“Skip it,” I said.
“They trained them all up,” she said, dreamily. “And now nobody wants to work in some sweet fuck-all towels by the pound shop.”
There was a long silence.
“My husband was murdered,” she noted suddenly.
I didn’t have nothing to add to that.
“I’ll give these forms to the Sub-Committee,” she said. “You can come back in five days.”
I hit her up for a little advance. I was thinking about those beers in the shopping cart again. She gave me a couple bills that I didn’t recognize. They were bright pink.
“Take a towel with you. Study it,” she said.
She didn’t walk me out.
No News At All in Lankville Says President
Buck Igloos
LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS: YES!
Nothing newsworthy has happened in Lankville, President Pondicherry noted at a press conference held early this morning before a nebulous ceremonial flame.
“2016 has been very quiet. Not a peep from anyone,” said the President. “Very few people seem to be around.”
“I have seen an inordinate number of large bugs,” the executive added, after staring longingly at the great flame.
Detective Gee-Temple said arrests are down.
The barrels were not deemed newsworthy.
“We’ve had 268 challenges in the new year and 54 murders. At this time last year, there were 412 challenges and something like 100 murders,” Gee-Temple averred. “There were some charts around here but I think they were carried away. Things get carried away upon occasion.”
“We did have an incident a few days ago where some giant barrels were found to be accumulated behind a low, flat structure,” the detective noted hopefully. When the story was not judged to be newsworthy, Gee-Temple removed some clothes from his desk drawer and began changing. The interview was ended prematurely.
“I expect that things will pick up,” said Lankville Daily News columnist Brock Belvedere, Jr., who often covers news. “It’s just a matter of time.”
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OPINION: I’ve Been Punched in the Mouth at a Candlelit Child’s Christmas Eve Pageant Before, I’ll Be Punched in the Mouth at a Candlelit Child’s Christmas Eve Pageant Again
By Dick La Hoyt
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This is a message for that joker that punched me in the mouth at a candlelit Christmas Eve pageant last night. Guess what, asshole? Been punched at one before, I’ll be punched at one again.
My niece was playing one of the animals from the first Christmas at some auditorium, so I went along. Got a chair right near the front in the middle aisle and I laid my coat over the back and then popped off my knitted sweater and draped that over a couple more chairs, one for my sister and her husband. Then, I ducked out back in the parking lot for a cigarette.
I come back and you wouldn’t believe it. My coat is thrown off to one side and this horse’s ass is sitting in my seat. So, I go up to him and I’m like WHOAAAAA BUDDY! THESE SEATS ARE SPOKEN FOR! This guy, he starts arguing with me about the coat and the sweater not being no “reserved” sign and I say YOU BETTER STEP OFF MAN, BETTER STEP OFF and my sister starts crying and pulling at my arm cause all the kids are starting to come onstage in their donkey outfits or whatever and some dude is walking around lighting these candles that was set up everywhere.
“We better take this one outside,” this clown says. GLADLY I say, and we start out a side exit. I turn around and BAM. I take it right in the mouth. I don’t remember much after that until I woke up in some sand. Must’ve been a playground or something. I could hear singing coming through the windows of the candlelit auditorium. I tasted blood.
So, just so this motherlovin’ asshead knows it– you ain’t the first, pal. I’ve been punched in the mouth at a candlelit child’s Christmas Eve pageant before, I’ll be punched in the mouth at a candelit child’s Christmas Eve pageant again.
ACCOMMODATIONS
When staying in the Area Beyond the Outlands, pick the Murray. Friendly, creative staff, delightful beds, curtains. Phone Far Outlands 5-6712.
LANKVILLE DAILY NEWS: IN BOOK FORM!
The book is gone. It will never return. We hear stories but they are likely false. We live in the woods now. We make fire with a lighter that we found in the street. It was crushed by a truck but, somehow, perhaps through some intervention that is beyond us, it still works. We are waiting. We are waiting.
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TONIGHT ON TV! RICHARD AND THE POSTMAN REUNION SPECIAL!
The Hit program from the 1970's returns to Lankville TV tonight on LBC!
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BANDED DUFFELS ON PALLETS
Assorted colors. Whatever you want to do, man. Call Lankville Falls, 3247.
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CANDY
Jipps Co. Full Service Candy Counter! Our alert girls will push gummy drops into special paper sheaths, engage in restrained pleasantries and explain chocholate-to-nougat ratios. Call Central Lankville 3614.
CAT PHOTO
In compliance with Lankville subsection 11:16-4.
CHAMBERS CO. HAND DRILLS: When Electricity is Not an Option
When electricity is not an option consider the Chambers Company hand crank drills. Perfect for use in tight spaces, on distant islands or for drilling holes in fences to see TITS. Call 4-2309.
EMPLOYMENT
Big Ed's BBQ Shack is looking for a part-time waitress. Someone who doesn't nose around and ask a lot of difficult questions. Call Lankville Rougher Area, 5-2100.
EMPLOYMENT
Nuts, Ah! is looking for an experienced nut-handler. Experience with bagging nuts also important. If you break the nut sack, the nuts will drop onto the floor. Come in person for application to Twin Removed Pines Mall. NO CALLS.
FOX FOR PARTIES
Hire the Poetry Fox for Your Child's Next Party. Reasonable rates. Writes poems, dances, will not stand for any shenanigans. Call South Lankville 2009.
The funny stories of Dick Oakes, Jr. have thrilled millions. Look for them today in The Lankville Daily News!
GELSINGER’S ALLURE CLUB
Topless, bottomless wonderland. Mysterious back rooms. Carpeted entirely in astroturf. NO CALLS.
GREBOV BROTHERS TELESCOPE COMPANY
The Grebov Brothers are Lankville's finest purveyor of telescopes for astronomy enthusiasts. Substantial 4.5" apertures and fast f/4 focal ratios provide bright, detailed views of solar system targets like the Moon and planets, as well as wide-field celestial objects like nebulas and star clusters but also TITS.
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HADBAWNIK HAUNTED STAIRCASE COMPANY
The Hadbawnik Company is Lankville's #1 installer of haunted, brush-littered staircases. Friendly non-foreign staff! Call Western (Outer) Lankville, 2154 or 2198 today.
HADBAWNIK HAUNTED BRUSH PILES!
The Hadbawnik Haunted Staircase Company is now offering haunted brush piles for use on your staircase. Create eerie, supernal ambiance. Allow the brush to blow haphazardly in the wind, creates fear, foreboding. Call our friendly staff of white people at Western Lankville, 2154. Brush piles may contain other forms of yard debris.
HEY! WANT A MONKEY?
Hey! Want a live little monkey? They do cute things like climb into pumpkins. Call "The Captain"- Central Lankville Hills, 5264.
HOME DUMP Your Neighborhood Hardware Store 16 Lankville Locations!
Weekly Special: Primitive Forged Hooks. Buy 4, Get a Can of Paint. Or Maybe Not. You'll Just Have to Find Out.
INFLAMED BY STARS AND BLOOD
Lankville's Premier Science Fiction and Horror Magazine Now Appearing in The Lankville Daily News!
JOHNNY PADRES, OPTICIAN
Lankville has been relying on Dr. Johnny Padres for their optical needs since 1973. We offer a full service family eye care center and provide examinations for glasses and contacts and have a large display of designer, traditional and innovative eyewear for both regular prescription eyeglasses and sunglasses all of which will enable you to see TITS better. Call Lankville Business 2618-2.
LIFE LESSONS FUNERAL HOME
Life Lessons Funeral Home has been helping Lankville with dead people since 1932. Contact Eddie or Stummins, Lankville Business, 5-2161.
LOOK AT THESE BEAUTIES!
Really some of our best ever! Have you ever seen anything like it? Call Kelly (male) at Lankville Sound 2615.
MISSING
Missing: adult penguin. Christ, I just let him out in the yard for one minute and now he's gone. Responds to the name "Richard". Call Lankville Eastern Outlands, 5-6213.
NOW PLAYING!
The Unhinged: A New Film by Tom "Vapor" Rayford. Crisp Street Cinema, Eastern Lankville
PINEAPPLE CITY: A New Way of Being
Pineapple City is a new way of being, feeling and having your shirt off. Located in the distant, barren Lankville Pines, Pineapple City is now accepting applications for sheds. Call PINES, 2-5771.
THE PUZZLER
In the pie chart above, what segment represents a certain specific strata of the general population?
REAL ESTATE
Little shed for sale. With door, mailbox, dirt plot. Site of multiple murders but don't worry, they happened around back. To inquire, come to the shed. Go around back.
REAL ESTATE
Four acre lot in Eastern Lankville Cove Area. Price reduced! Site of a fireworks display in which several people fell out of their lawnchairs and died. Locals believe it haunted but that's crap. Call Cove 2751.
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It's Your Time: CALCULATE
SARAH SAMWAYS: CONTRIBUTING FEMALE
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SPEAKING ENGAGEMENT
Robin Brox will sit around and get progressively more intoxicated while listening to this other broad natter on about something. LANKVILLE REGIONAL AUDITORIUM, August 4, 11PM.
SPEAKING ENGAGEMENT CANCELED
The Dr. M. Chambers speech and candy-making event has been canceled again following Dr. Chambers' sudden collapse into some baskets. New date TBA
TRAVEL TIPS by Randy Hammers
The Kum Back Inn in the Lankville Desert Area has long been serving road-weary travelers. They feature a restaurant (with cocktails) and two spacious conference rooms. The Kum Back boasts 65 units-- each including window dressing, some chairs and a larger chair (seats two smallish children), a bed with orange comforter, a plastic trash can, clever paintings, and a windowless door. TV also available in 17 (sometimes 19) rooms. Most of the rooms are air-conditioned. Oscillating fans available upon request. Illuminated carports will protect your vehicle from the vicious sudden dust storms that often overtake the Desert Area and the wild thieves that occasionally parade across the landscape like some unmentionable horror. Call now at TU-0780 and ask for Bud or Karen (married).
UTILITY YARD SHEDS
The Lowinger Brothers offer great utility yard sheds at low prices. This one is haunted. Call Lankville Port Area 1072.
VACATION PACKAGES!
Spectacular vacations in campers by little mountains. Your cares will melt away but you will have to be careful of that shack (pictured). A lunatic lives there. Call Mercantile District 2711.
WRESTLING TONIGHT!
8PM, Southern Lankville Man-Arena. Featuring Ric "Wild Boy" Tipps (green trunks).
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