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Chimney to Join Pondicherry News Staff
By Brock Belvedere, Jr.
Senior Staff Writer
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A chimney will join the staff of The Pondicherry Association News it was announced this morning.
“We’re delighted to welcome the Chimney,” stated senior staff reporter Grady Kitchens at a morning press conference in which donuts and guns were handed out. “His smoke beacons have alerted us to many great hockey news events in the past and we expect such intrepid reporting to continue unabated.”
The Chimney
“I’ve always admired his work,” said distinctive reporter Tito Presentation. “He’s cute. My only fear is that he could categorically make the decision to remove his essence from the world stage thereby creating massive confusion and a general uncomfortable feeling that will leads to fights and death. He could do that and we need to all remember that.”
The Chimney declined to issue a statement.
How to Make Hockey Better for Puppets: By a 1960’s Space Puppet
By A 1960’s Space Puppet
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It has often been opined (by puppets) that hockey can be a difficult game to follow, particularly on television. This is a problem that has plagued the Pondicherry Association (and puppets) for years.
Several space puppets, including myself, have come together to offer a solution.
We have constructed a constantly moving, glowing small orb that will be placed in a transparent puck. The glowing orb will occasionally emit flashing rays that will be visible from anywhere in the arena. These rays will, in turn, hook up with transmitters in the rafters and will emit a further, even more powerful ray. We have placed the timing for this emission at once every three seconds during game play.
We will introduce the concept to fans (including puppets) so that they might be prepared for the flashing radiance. We are experimenting with the idea of having different colored rays according to the period of play but at the moment, this is merely conceptual. We have also toyed with the idea of having players wear transmitters so that the rays might issue forth from the puck and carom off their jerseys, then finding their way upwards towards the ceiling transmitters. Again, this is currently in the conceptual stage.
Nevertheless, it is our intent to make hockey better for puppets.
Doctor Pennies on the Humanoid Pig-Like Creatures that Live in the Depths of a Great Chasm Beneath His House
By Doctor Pennies
Special Correspondent
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I became trapped there during a flood. I had to kill hundreds.
After some time, I became transported to a further pit noted by its extraordinary periods of silence followed by eldtrich, sibilant bird calls. The pit changed into a vast sandy plain surrounded by mountains. For a time, there was peace.
Then the humanoid pig-like creatures returned. It was a dire struggle but I killed them and repelled them.
I returned to my bedroom but I have not slept.
58 Dead After Announcement of Robot Contest Winner
By Hugh G. Pickens
Crime Beat Reporter
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58 people were killed early this afternoon following a Pondicherry Association News press conference to announce the winner of the recent “name the robot” contest. Information is still coming in.
“All we know right now is that an attack by a monster occurred after the winner was introduced,” stated Detective Gee-Temple, who was the first to respond to the scene. “There is some speculation that the monster was a giant hill werewolf but we cannot confirm that at this time. The robot was devoured.”
Some observers were immediately skeptical of the story.
“They just don’t want to give that robot away,” said robot fan Steve Thinnes. “I think they thought better of it and decided to keep it for themselves.”
A press conference is expected later this afternoon.
Musings of a Decorative Ham Man
By Chris Vitiello
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In his later years, my father rarely left his second-story rooms above the antique store. Most of his time was spent composing simplistic paintings of bears while crying. I would often catch him at this– on his little stool, bereft of upholstery, his back quaking with emotion as he executed a childish bear face in cheap oils. Finished, he would tape the painting awkwardly to his walls (while still sobbing) where it would remain for years– growing dusty and edge curled, faded by the sunlight.
I would bring him a brown sack of groceries– fish, beans, rice and the like– staples that he himself had forgotten. Upon the occasion of my next visit, most of the sack would be where I had placed it, untouched. And I would wander through the rooms until I came upon him again in some distant corner, crying while painting a happy bear face. I would often leave without a hint of acknowledgement.
Finally, I enlisted the services of a man called “Castles”, a local psychiatrist. Castles and I made a slow tour of the rooms until we came upon the old man, as usual, bawling while painting. Castles observed him for some time– through the entire process and completion of yet another happy bear portrait.
“Well?” I asked. The old man paid us no mind. He continued to wail helplessly.
“I think it’s alright,” said Castles. “Yeah, there’s nothing really the matter here.”
“Is that so?” I questioned. I would whip him. There could be no doubt of that.
And later, as I walked Castles back to his car, we came upon an old alley, paved in ancient, uneven stones. With my shoulder, I guided Castles into the dark lane and proceeded to flog him mercilessly.
I received no bill.
Pucking Around: Brock Belvedere’s Notebook
By Brock Belvedere, Jr.
Senior Staff Writer
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BATS DOMINATE
The Terrifying Bats continue to dominate in the P.A., having held the top spot for nearly a month after a slow start to the campaign. “We have a lot of quality players, fluid players,” noted GM Ric Royer, who was interviewed in his new van. “At first, I was hesitant about Keith Candles [sic] and Ilya Candles [sic] but they’ve proven…”
Royer suddenly paused when he noticed that the van had a large flip-down ashtray with cigarette lighter.
“Look at this!” the executive exclaimed loudly. “This van is a virile, limitless box of curiosities. The wonder is an endless fount!”
The GM then kicked this reporter in the face four times and the interview was ended prematurely.
CATCHING UP WITH “INNER HAMMER”
The Small Pizzas have been maintaining a close second to Royer’s Bats all season despite the absence of their enigmatic owner “Inner Hammer”. The Hammer has been on extended vacation in the Teets Island Chain since late summer. We caught up with the executive at an outdoor market where he was screaming at a local vendor over the price of a pineapple.
“You have to be firm with these people,” he explained. “They are beautiful people but occasionally you have to berate them if you want to get a reasonable deal on pineapples.”
“Inner Hammer” sat down for a brief interview.
BB: Will you be returning to Lankville?
IH: Probably not, Brock. I’m thinking of getting married to a native girl.
BB: What about Aunt Pam?
IH(clearly confused): I’m not sure I know the reference…
BB: Let’s move on. Settling down, eh?
IH: Well, settling down is a phrase you can use if you want to fit into the desperate hierarchical systems of Lankville. I’ll still be out there, regularly slapping a batch around if you know what I’m saying.
BB: That vendor is putting out more pineapples.
IH: THAT MOTHERFUCKER! (Inner Hammer ran back to the table screaming and the interview was ended).
BROX COLUMN TO CONTINUE
It was announced yesterday that Woman in a Man’s Game, Robin Brox’s new column, will continue in future issues of The Pondicherry Association News.
“She offers a fresh perspective on the game and on life,” noted senior staff reporter Grady Kitchens. “We’ve had a few women reporters before like that old yarn lady [Lida Fjord] and that little tiny woman that reported on society [name forgotten] but after awhile they either died or went missing. So, it’s good to welcome Ms. Brox aboard.”
Brox, interviewed at her Western Lankville uncolored condiment factory, was pleased at the news.
“I’ve always been able to write. When I was a teenager, I wrote a series of poems about all those space shuttles that exploded back in the 80’s and I won a prize. Then, in college, I wrote some short stories about all those other space shuttles that exploded. I guess I stopped writing right around when they stopped trying to launch space shuttles. But people still remembered my work. If they start launching space shuttles again, I’ll probably take up the pen once more.”
Doctor Pennies on Obfuscation, Burying
By Doctor Pennies
Special Correspondent
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Obfuscation and the burial of bodies are similar. They both involve a glorious, intentional lack of clarity. They are ambiguous.
I find it best to bury things near the water. The soil is richer here, much easier to pierce with the spade.
Medical language is carefully crafted obfuscation. You want to control the audience. You want them to come around to accepting your methods. This is the opposite of ordering food. There can be nothing vague about your food order. Else, you would starve or, at the least, be displeased with your selection.
Thanks.
The thoughts of Dr. Pennies will continue in further issues.
Woman in a Man’s Game
By Robin Brox
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He took me out to the racetrack. It was desolate, not a car in the unpaved, dirt parking lot. It had rained so there were puddles everywhere. Puddles and potholes, filled with brown water and the effluvia of filthy, degenerate mankind.
The sky was slate grey.
He launched the airplane. It made a queer buzzing noise, then ascended out of sight.
“Imagine my pride at this,” he noted. I hated his winter jacket– it was too damn puffy. A man gets too puffy and he looks like a total asshole.
“Did you hear how it took off towards the heavens with a great WHOOSH?” he added. That was enough.
“No, don’t go yet, don’t go,” he pleaded. “You have to see this.”
In the grey distance, I could see something red appear from the bottom of the plane.
“It’s the recovery chute!” he exclaimed joyously. “It will float gently back to earth. Another sensational flight!”
The plane disappeared with a final ejaculatory buzz. We walked back to the car. I dumped him a couple of days later.
They Have Made Me the First Human Being Able to Communicate from the Beyond
By Paul Bearer
Former Lankville Wrestling Manager (Deceased)
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Mankind has speculated for years about the ability of the deceased to speak to the living. There have been a lot of theories but I need you to understand that these speculations have all ended at the chalk line of reality. Until now.
When I died, I found myself transported to a room with a lot of long tables. They said, “Sit down, sit down at one of those tables.” So I did. And I sat for awhile.
But then, I was called forward to an office. And the guy said, “Paul, we’ve decided to make you the first human being able to communicate with the living. You’ll have a little column with The Pondicherry Association News. Write what you want, we don’t really care. Just so’s people know that you’re dead and, yet, you’re still writing things.”
Then they sent me back to the long white tables with a pad of paper, a little box of pens and a pneumatic tube device. “When you’re done with your column,” said an administrator who wandered by at one point, “just put it in the tube and send it on down. Works just like those tubes at the bank back on earth.”
I looked up at him (I still had my makeup on and everything– I tried to wash it off but nothing happened) and said, “I never used those bank tubes. I always went inside.”
The administrator just stared at me and moved his shoulders up once quickly. “So what? What do I care? Tell them down there about it. Not me.”
I struggled with the column for a couple of days. What do you say to the people of earth when you’re dead? So, I went back to the office.
“I don’t know what to write,” I confessed. “Should I be all spooky and eerie?”
“Do what you want but it need not be dramatic,” said the man in the office. He was dressed in white, thick robes. “I’d just write about everyday stuff. Sitting at the long tables, whatever. Just as long as everybody down there understand that you’re writing stuff to them but you’re dead at the same time.”
“OK.” The makeup was really starting to bother me now but it wouldn’t come off. I was also really hot. It’s about 90 degrees here.
“Can I have one of those robes?” I asked, as I was leaving.
He looked up. “No way we have your size. Leave the suit on.”
So, anyway, here’s my first column. Just want to stress again:
I am dead.
Paul Bearer’s column will continue in future issues.
Royer Eats Cake in New Van
By Dick Oakes, Jr.
Senior Staff Writer
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Incarcerated Terrifying Bat GM Ric Royer ate a cake in his new van, sources are now confirming.
The van and the cake were transported to the Foontz-Flonnaise Home of Abundant Senselessness some time today around noon and the executive was permitted to sit inside his new purchase for nearly an hour.
“We felt it would be alright, that it would be good for his morale,” stated Warden Jenness, who brokered the deal. “He was not allowed access to the keys but he did repeatedly engage the loud novelty horn and move the seats back and forth.”
Royer began eating the cake around 12:30 LST.
“They had me bring the cake over,” said baker Tony Mirabelli, who operates Mirabelli’s Stiff Pastries in Eastern Lankville. “This fellow grabbed it and gave me a look like I had stolen it from him. Then, real quick, he kicked me about four times straight in the face. Knocked me clean out.”
Witnesses stated that Royer hoisted the cake over his head and then overturned the box.
“Some portions of the cake made it into his mouth but most of it just separated into individual slices and fell all over the place,” noted Warden Jenness. “The cake had all these sprinkles on the outer rim too and it just made one hell of a mess. He [Royer] collected all the pieces off the floor, put them in the box and then did the same exact thing. He repeated this about 30 times, meanwhile blowing that loud novelty horn constantly. Finally, he fell asleep.
Mirabelli was later revived and then suddenly died. No charges were filed against Royer.
Musings of a Decorative Ham Man
By Chris Vitiello
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I sat in the white room. A guy came out holding a clipboard.
“A terrible battle to the death ensues between two ferocious dinosaurs,” he read. He was wearing a red tie. I had a fervent desire to whip him.
He went back in.
Then he came out again.
“The oversized gila monster will menace a small group of experienced fighters.”
“GIVE US SOMETHING TO WORK WITH!” shouted a nearby old codger. But the man just went back in again.
Then he came out.
“The stampeding dinosaurs will flee the erupting volcano.”
“I want to die,” moaned the old codger.
The man never came out again. I was never seen. I fashioned a sling out of a bedsheet and healed on my own.
Police to Investigate Reappearance of Dr. Pennies
By Hugh G. Pickens
Crime Beat Reporter
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Lankville police are currently investigating the reappearance of the notorious murderer and former Association club owner Dr. Pennies, sources have confirmed. Dr. Pennies was recently hired by the Pondicherry Association News to pen a new column.
“We are looking into this,” stated Detective Gee-Temple at an early morning press conference held in a windy field. “There are some similarities– both individuals are over seven feet tall and completely hairless but Pennies is a rather common last name and we really cannot jump to any conclusions at this point.”
The wanted Dr. Pennies disappeared shortly after the conclusion of the 2010 season. He is believed to have killed thousands.
“I really felt that he had died because we didn’t find him,” added Gee-Temple, whose coat suddenly blew off. “We looked in a lot of places too. We scoured his house, for example.”
Reporter Pennies could not be reached for comment. The address field on his Association News contract was left blank.
“He has a locker and he used the microwave in the canteen yesterday,” noted fellow reporter Grady Kitchens. “He cooked a lasagna at incredible temperatures for long periods until it finally exploded. I felt that he was trying to tell us something. Then he walked quietly away. That was the last I saw of him.”
A new article from Dr. Pennies is expected tomorrow.
Doctor Pennies on Heat, Corpses
By Doctor Pennies
Special Correspondent
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You can feel the heat of a woman in your bed long after she has left. Upon occasion, the heat is tremendous. She’ll say, “It’s your heat, you stupid shit. Because you’re so fat.” But I know the difference. It’s the heat of a woman.
Also, I worked on a lot of corpses as an intern. There is no heat there.
Thanks.
Doctor Pennies’ thoughts will continue in further issues.
Vitiello Discusses Tree Creature Bubble Attack
By Grady Kitchens
Senior Staff Writer
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After resting comfortably at home for nearly a week, 24-Piece Men owner and decorative ham magnate Chris Vitiello took a moment to discuss his recent tree creature bubble attack.
GK: Were you scared?
CV: If you’d like to massage your own vanity, that is your problem. I am certainly not scared of you Mr. Kitchens.
GK: No, I meant…
CV: I know what you meant.
GK: Let’s move on. Do you think such attacks will become more common in Lankville?
CV: Why don’t you consult an expert? Who would be an expert in such things, Mr. Kitchens?
GK: Well, the police said…
CV(laughs loudly): The police!
GK: Tell us what it was like watching Brock Belvedere being carried away?
CV: Are you really prepared to get into this, Mr. Kitchens? Are you really prepared to know such things?
GK: Our readers…
CV: Alright, that’s it.
Kitchens was whipped mercilessly.
Barlow Recalls Early Days as Magazine Writer
By Salty Cubbes
Sedentary Reporter
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Oversions GM John Barlow today recalled his early days as a writer and film reviewer for the legendary Lankville science fiction and horror magazine Inflamed by Stars and Blood.
“Those were the halcyon days,” said the executive, who was interviewed in his spacious downtown office overlooking a strange field of carefully-placed but purposeless rocks and pebbles. “I was a great devotee of science fiction until I became driven by my goal of vast wealth at which point all interest in culture and humanity simply drifted away like a puddle in the sun.”
Barlow began sobbing lightly.
“I have no regrets, however,” he stated loudly, slamming his fist on his desk. “I own the Oversions after all.”
The GM was not part of the recent festivities honoring the famed magazine which published a print version from 1956 to 1988 and is now currently online only.
“I was invited but I tore up the card,” he said. “I’m not sure why I reacted so violently toward it, frankly. I was treated very well with ISB. They were good fellows.”
“LEAVE NOW!” Barlow suddenly exclaimed as the room grew eerily dark and almost preternatural.
Editor’s note: Inflamed by Stars and Blood can be viewed at:
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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ADVERTISEMENT
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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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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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