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Boat Authorized

July 28, 2014 Leave a comment
Larry "God" Peters

Larry “God” Peters

LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS, YES!

 

Purchase of a $6,000 boat has been authorized, sources are confirming.

The Lankville Pines Board of Recreation Supervisor Tuxedo Chrissy will purchase the boat with funds to come from a $10,000 budget set up for the department of parks and recreation. The supervisor specified that the boat will be operated on reservoirs throughout the Pines.

Tuxedo Chrissy, Supervisor

Tuxedo Chrissy, Supervisor

Although the boat will remain under the direct supervision of the board, Lankville National Statistician Ernst Conde said that the boat will probably be assigned to the sheriff’s office. Conde said the board is still shopping for the boat but plans to buy an aluminum hull. “It will be a versatile boat. They can use it to rescue people and also for patrolling,” Conde advised. Conde’s head suddenly morphed to the shape of a summer squash and the statistician had to be carried to the nearest hospital.

Questioned by The Lankville Daily News on the matter, Tuxedo Chrissy advised, “Well, we gotta’ have this boat, OK. You come up with one thing, I come up with another and if we can’t get the two to meet, well then we’re gonna’ have a problem.”

Tuxedo Chrissy bristled at the idea of the boat being assigned to the sheriff’s office.

“He just got that $900 for air conditioners. I’m keeping that boat. That boat is rightfully mine.”

742 people have died in Lankville reservoirs in the past year.

“Bit of a spike,” noted Detective Gee-Temple, who was surprised by the figure. “Hopefully, that boat will help. It usually helps.”

You’ve Been Thinking About that Presentation Oar, Haven’t You?

July 25, 2014 1 comment
By Floyd Tingley

By Floyd Tingley

You’ve been thinking about that presentation oar, haven’t you? A lot of people are like you. They read my article a few months ago and they said, “Hurrmpff! What do I want with one of them?” And then you thought about how good it would look in your basement, den, or boat. Am I right?

Well, fortunately, at Tingley Presentation Oars, we don’t hold no grudges. You want a presentation oar, you came to the right place. Right now, we’re even having a small sale. $195 a presentation oar. Now, before you go writing me and saying, “Hey Floyd– that’s the price you said last time”, let’s make something clear. The price went up. Went up to $215 but right now, just because I know you’ve been thinking about it, I’m going to lower it back to $195 just for you.

Comes with a little gold plaque. I’ll put anything you want on there. Put your name, someone else’s name, the name of your craft, whatever you want. Just no nonsense. No humor. I don’t stand for any of that.

You can write me: Tingley Little Presentation Oars, 55 Knobs, South Lankville, 2-111. Serious inquiries only. Be sure to inquire soon– there’s gonna be a long waiting list at these prices.

 

The opinions of Mr. Tingley are not necessarily the opinions of The Lankville Daily News and its subsidiaries.

Legalities Delay East Lankville County Library Project

July 25, 2014 1 comment
Mrs. Larry Temple Junior Reporter

By Mrs. Larry Temple

LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS, YES!

 

Legal delays are expected to put the completion of the new main branch of the East Lankville County library system a minimum of 4 years away, sources are confirming.

The breakdown of the construction timetable was revealed in Thursday’s meeting of the East Lankville County Board of Trustees.

“We’re sort of at a standstill,” said Board Chairman Damaso Moseby, referring to the legal holdup of the building’s construction.

Damaso Moseby: On the Hot Seat

Damaso Moseby: On the Hot Seat

Library construction had proceeded well and rapidly for months at the old Meyer Plantain Hut building at the corner of Little Sherman Avenue and Eastern Lankville Route 31. Then, when a series of mysterious fires racked the area and a criminal complaint was issued against Moseby, the plans were cut short.

“He set all the fires and he sells drugs,” said Gladys Milton, who operates an aquarium across the street from the proposed location and filed the complaint. “We don’t want him in our neighborhood.”

Moseby denies the allegations and points to his clean criminal record and years of public service.  “We’re just trying to build a library out of a plantain hut for the Eastern Lankville community,” the beleaguered chairman stated. “I really don’t know where [Ms. Milton] is getting these ideas.”

Today, the board will reconvene to amend the current policy regarding the lending of reference materials. “We want to be able to continue to provide for the Eastern Lankville Community and we hope to make it easier for individuals to borrow items from the storage facilities under the supervision of the branch manager or librarian in charge,” stated Moseby. “However, patrons will not be able to visit our current site, which should be consider closed until further notice.”

“I’m happy about that,” said Mrs. Milton, when informed.  “He sells drugs.  He’s a drug dealer and a firestarter.  It’s for the best.”

Lankville Television Counselor for Friday

July 25, 2014 Leave a comment

TV

 (2) LVOV  (7) LDFF  (10) LCRE
 6PM The Clarity Hour with Myoist Hines Johnny Samples helps people get their keys out of their cars. LCRE’s Pastor Forum. Rev. Elliott Minster, Rev. Collingswood Tucker
 6:30  “ NEWS PRECIS The 6:30 News with Linwood Probert
 7:00 Would You Like to Win All These Wonderful Things? (GAME SHOW) Restrained Bloopers The Ric Royer Dance Connection (LIVE)
 7:30 Zoo Chase (GAME SHOW) Trupper James, M.D.  “
 8:00 The 8 O’Clock Movie: SIMMERING HEAT (1969) Starring Lin Boppitt, “The Best”, Raymond Toda SPORTS: Small Motel Girl Wrestling (PRE-RECORDED) Richard and the Postman
 8:30  “  “ The Joffertons
 9:00  “ Funny Jokes (WARNING: VIOLENCE) Family Matters (NEW!)
 9:30  “ A Probe with Shelley Reports: The Rise of Challenges in Lankville Future Court
 10:00 SPORTS: Lingus Nets Challenge (LIVE) Fantasy Hill ALL ANAL HOUR (restricted)

Lankville Merchants Claim Shoplifting Epidemic; Pondicherry Probes

July 25, 2014 Leave a comment
By Bernie Keebler Senior Staff Writer

By Bernie Keebler
Senior Staff Writer

LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS, YES!

 

Merchants across Lankville are in agreement that a shoplifting epidemic is gripping the nation.

“Everyone in the strip mall is getting hit hard,” noted Dot Peg, owner of the Eastern Lankville Craft Barn. “Our inventory for last month is unable to account for 698 items, 12 fixtures and an entire shelving unit. We can only put the blame on shoplifters at this point.”

Surprisingly, police records in the capital and surrounding towns show only one arrest on the books for the month of June, despite general agreement among merchants that losses were heaviest during that period.

“It’s not on our radar,” noted Detective Gee-Temple from his spacious offices at the Lankville City Courthouse. “We haven’t had any calls or, at least, we haven’t answered any. But it’s something we might be able to look into.”

Dot Peg, owner of The Craft Barn.

Dot Peg, owner of The Craft Barn.

A group of merchants have taken the complaint straight to President Pondicherry, who promised a probe just before leaving for his summer vacation.

In a short speech from a battered lectern on someone’s lawn, Pondicherry stated, “we will probe this. If the initial probe fails to reveal anything, the probe will be extended.”

Still, detectives feel that there are very few professional thieves in Lankville.

“It’s tempting, I’m sure,” noted Gee-Temple, who reached to close some blinds which, unfortunately, fell to the floor in a clatter of twisted ersatz wood. “It looks like it would be easy and it actually is easy,” added Gee-Temple, after he pushed the collapsed blinds beneath a nearby bookshelf. “It’s very easy to steal from most stores,” Gee-Temple reiterated.

In the meantime, many merchants plan to add special techniques to catch shoplifters and initiate special training among their employees to stop the rogues.

“It’s shoot to kill at The Craft Barn now,” noted Peg. “The nonsense ends today.”

From Where I Sit…by Joe Marsh

July 25, 2014 Leave a comment

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Joe “Cup and Saucer” Fisher- who just retired after 47 years on the Southern Lankville Railroad- was telling about a salesman who was often one of his passengers.

“That man was so busy,” said “Cup and Saucer”, “he used to bring a taping recorder [sic] on the train to catch up on his letters. On one trip, he’d been rushing around so much that he clean forgot to bring his ticket. Left it on his desk.”

When “Cup and Saucer” started to tell him not to worry about the ticket, the salesman burst out with, “who’s worried about the ticket? It’s just that now I don’t know what city I was going to get off at!”

Of course, we all fell off our sitting logs laughing.

Who knows if “Cup and Saucer” was pulling our leg but from where I sit, lots of us get so wrapped up in ourselves that we forget “where we’re going”. Some folks even get so narrow-minded that they even begrudge their neighbors the right to enjoy a glass of dangerous woods liquor now and then. Let’s not forget that just as trains run on steam and oil, democracies run on freedom and tolerance!

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An Apology

July 24, 2014 1 comment
The flawed photograph ran in Tuesday's edition of the Lankville Daily News.

The flawed photograph ran in Tuesday’s edition of the Lankville Daily News.

The Lankville Daily News would like to apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Daren Marzano of Outer Lankville.

The News published a photograph on Tuesday of the recently-wedded couple in our “Married” column.  Regrettably, one of our designers accidentally cut-off Mr. Marzano’s head while cropping and simply “redrew” Mr. Marzano rather than admitting the error.  This designer has been executed.

The Daily News regrets the error.

Paul E. Turtlott Claimed by Death

July 24, 2014 2 comments
By Brock Belvedere Senior Staff Writer

Brock Belvedere Senior Staff Writer

LANKVILLE ACTION NEWS, YES!

Death has claimed the life of Paul E. Turtlott, former mayor of Lankville’s Northern Hole Area, the Turtlott family is confirming. Turtlott was 84.

Paul E. Turtlott has died.

Paul E. Turtlott has died.

Mr. Turtlott was born in the town of Roogs in 1930 to Steve E. Turtlott and Mary Turtlott, nee Jones. He obtained a law degree from the Small University of Eastern Lankville in 1954 and ran the Turtlott and Turtlott Law Firm with his younger brother Jimmy Turtlott until 1962 when the elder Turtlott sought office.

Turtlott held the post of mayor of the Northern Hole Area from 1963-1978.

“Turtlott was a great mayor,” said former associate Jackie Pears, now 78. “Turtlott had a lot going for him and people in the Northern Hole Area liked Turtlott. Turtlott was their man in a lot of ways. They used to say, “Turtlott is for the People” and I think that’s very true about Paul E. Turtlott.”

Funeral services will be held at the Vast Tabernacle for Expeditious Prayer in the Northern Hole Area on Friday. Turtlott will be interred on Saturday at Buntz Mallows Memorial Cemetery. He is survived by his wife Eleanor Turtlott and his children Steve Turtlott, Drane Turtlott and Gladys Milton nee Turtlott.

“We’ve lost a prodigal son in Turtlott,” noted current Northern Hole mayor Rick “The Dragon” Micks, who was interviewed while pushing his tray along a tubular cafeteria slide and staring at food options through a smudged sneeze guard. “The Turtlott name is no small thing in the Northern Hole Area. So, we’ll see how these mashed potatoes turn out and call it a day.”

Horoscopes by Sheeba Incaviglia

July 24, 2014 Leave a comment
Sheeba Incaviglia

Sheeba Incaviglia

Horoscopes

LEO (July 23/Aug 23)– You’ll be wasting some time in the furniture department waiting for the pills to wear off and they’ll suddenly put out a plush recliner unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. Buy it.

VIRGO (Aug 24/Sept 22)– Wear bright colors today to get that extra attention you deserve. Still having second thoughts about entering that beauty pageant? You should put in your application now. You remember that traumatized fisherman that fell in love with that lounge singer? She dumped him. Could be time to swoop in.

LIBIS (Sept 23/Oct 23)– At the time, you thought that guy you saw trying on all the different elastic jeans at the store was vain. Now, it might be time to offer yourself to him. He is waiting in the darkness.

SCORPIONS (Oct 24/Nov 21)– A letter will arrive, smelling of lilacs. Don’t open it. In fact, you should drive it to the next state and leave it by an abandoned mill that appears near collapse. Then, apply for a loan. It will be approved.

SAGITTARIAN YES! (Nov 22/Dec 21)– At work, you put together a group of people to do a job. They fail miserably and a desk is overturned. That’s OK though because they were all islanders.

CANDY CORNS (Dec 22/Jan 19)– Don’t let snap misunderstandings become something bigger. End all discussion with a quick face slap and a small cup of soda purchased from a machine. Pay special attention to people with severe mental disorders– something will be revealed.

AQUARIUMS (Jan 20/Feb 18)– Be inquisitive today– knowledge is power. Ask a lot of unnecessary questions. Demand to speak to several managers. Now is the time to pull the trigger on that five-piece dinette set with the walnut top. Don’t forget the leaf. They sometimes “forget” to include the leaf.

PISCES (Feb 19/Mar 20)– Really best to stay in bed today. You can maybe sit up around lunchtime but don’t leave the room. Draw the curtains and turn on your window air conditioning unit even if it’s not at all hot in your specific area. Gaze at the hay-colored carpet. Definitely hold off on the pewter cross of ancient mystical symbols.

ARIES (Mar 21/Apr 20)– Have all the facts before saying yes to any money ventures. Think of yourself– other people may hate you because of your snobby, arrogant, self-confidence but that’s OK– it will pass. If it doesn’t pass, move on to the next month and just forget about it.

TAUTUS (Apr 21/May 21)– If you haven’t blown the ass out yet of those new dress pants, wear them to work. You’ll get a lot of compliments and maybe a few admirers. Pick up some bubble bath for yourself– the kind that has the amber waving fields of grain on the front for some reason. Eat dinner in the bathtub– you’ll need that tray you’ve been admiring first!

GEMINUS (May 22/Jun 21)– You’ve always resisted camping but you might try it this weekend. Only 1/100 Lankville campers are murdered– take your chances! The afternoon will be brisk and require much of your attention. But there’s good TV on tonight so there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

CANCERS (Jun 22/July 22)– Opportunities will require you to be in tip-top shape. Go work out at the gym and get some meat off those hips. The guys will like you better for it. Just don’t lose too much up front. You need to keep all that business up front.

News of the Weird: Northern Lankville’s Giant Woods Spectre

July 23, 2014 2 comments
By Graahaam Fosdick

By Graahaam Fosdick

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The enormous giant woods spectre that has been the wonder of sportsmen in Northern Lankville since 1991 has again been seen, and this time under very different circumstances. A cyclist came close to the monster on the road between Northtown and Berrycandy, and was obliged to abandon his wheels and climb a tree for safety.

The cyclist, Andy Peebles, 54 (heterosexual) gave a brief interview.

“I saw the woods spectre up close. I can say that I’ve never seen anything even approaching such size and mass. He presents quite a weird appearance at night because of his pink, rosy glow. I was, of course, cycling with guns, so I shot at the spectre but to no avail.”

Peebles suddenly shot himself in the face when a shell accidentally discharged and the interview was ended prematurely.

Curious photo of the woods spectre (REAL!)

Curious photo of the woods spectre (REAL!)

It was in 1991 that the woods spectre was first seen by Artie Duffy of Northtown who was sitting in the woods with his pants off. Duffy did not get near enough to the spectre for a good description but states that he saw it plainly. Everybody laughed at the story and Duffy was called many names and eventually admitted to an asylum where he died mysteriously. Not many months after Duffy’s death, a policeman, who asked to remain anonymous and was also in the woods with his pants off, saw the great woods spectre. “I had a lot of guns with me and I shot at [it] too and I noticed that the glow changed. It went from pink to a sort of chartreuse. That’s when a lot of us around here really thought there was something to shoot at.”

For many years, people with guns began shooting haphazardly around the woods between Northtown and Berrycandy, hoping for a chance at the giant woods spectre. 369 hunters were killed during this period. In 1996, Granville Grays, a store proprietor, got closest. “Granville was right up against him before we accidentally shot him,” noted companion Darrell Exchanges in a 2004 interview with News of the Weird. “After that, the giant woods spectre went tearing off down the road at abominable speeds.” Exchanges was later shot.

In 2008, Detective Gee-Temple was called in from the capital. “There was a lot of nonsense going on in those woods, so we aimed to reach a conclusion,” noted the intrepid lawman. “In 2010, we were given the go-ahead to burn the woods down and attempt to ferret the spectre out into a series of complicated nets we had arranged around the perimeter.”

The results? “Nothing. We didn’t find a darned thing,” stated Gee-Temple, who apologized immediately for cursing. “If there’s a spectre, then it’s still out there.”

And the residents of Northtown and Berrycandy? “Oh, we believe in him, no question,” said longtime resident Joe Spurrs, who is unemployed and fat. “I’ve seen him when I’m standing in my kitchen at night, trying to decide if I want a frozen mint patty or whether I maybe want to save one for the next day or maybe whether I just want to go ahead and eat the whole box up and buy another one but then remembering that I’ll have to wait until they freeze again. [we asked Spurrs to move on to the spectre].  Well, he finds patches of woods that are still left around here, areas they didn’t burn down yet or develop. He’s got some aim. We’ll find out eventually.”

The 38th Annual Lankvillicon: Tickets on Sale Now!

July 17, 2014 Leave a comment
Sponsored by Inflamed by Stars and Blood.

Sponsored by Inflamed by Stars and Blood.

 

The 38th Annual Lankvillicon will run from July 28-August 1 at the Enhanced Leisure Inn in downtown Lankville. Tickets are now on sale.

“We’re looking forward to a fabulous event this year,” said convention organizer Brett Quentz, a smallish man wearing cut-off jeans. “As usual, we will have a panoply of great guests, events, contests, challenges and robots. It will be well-worth the $725 entrance fee.”

We pushed Quentz into a bush.

 

 

A LOOK AT A FEW OF THIS YEAR’S GUESTS

THE GEL KITE ALIENS— The enormously popular Gel Kite Aliens will make appearances on July 28th and 29th and be available for post-screening autograph sessions. “We’ll be showing two of their rare early films,” noted Quentz, who was able to climb out of the bush with some difficulty. “We’ll have Kite Expeditions which explains their origins and their initial reception upon visiting Earth and then Delta Squad: Harass which explains how they became one of Earth’s greatest weapons against other extraterrestrial beings. Two great films and we’ll be showing them in their original 170 mm format– a rare chance to see them as intended.”  Quentz smiled slightly and an awkward period of silence ensued.

Then we pushed him into the bush again.

 

The Saucer Station

Saucers, 2020

RICHARD AND THE POSTMAN, SAUCERS 2020–   The Lankville Prober recently called Richard and the Postman, Saucers 2020 a “work of unparalled genius.”  Quentz agreed (after he got out of the bush again).  “It’s been very popular in the [science fiction] community, certainly helped by the role-playing game of the same name.  The game’s creator Jonny Shaa will be in attendance and he will host several showings of the film throughout the weekend and also the 2020 tournament in one of the smaller ballrooms.  We’ve already had 150 gamers apply, so it should be a…”

We pushed Quentz into the bush quickly this time, before he could finish.

 John Chubbucks

John Chubbucks

 

JOHN CHUBBUCKS “We’re delighted to have John for the first time,” said Quentz, after he had climbed out of the bush again and avoided several of our attempts to push him back in.  “He’s the world’s foremost authority on collectible stickers, particularly in the science fiction and fantasy realms,” noted Quentz, who eyed us suspiciously.  “John will be holding a seminar on how to collect stickers, grading methods, archival storage and peeling-prevention and he will be available to sign copies of his book and also personally assess and grade your own sticker collection.”

“John will be in attendance on the August 1st date and possibly earlier, depending on several of his current medical conditions,” added Quentz.  A short silence ensued and then Quentz tried to run but we tackled him, dragged him back to the bush and threw him in.

 

For more information on the 38th Annual Lankvillicon or to buy tickets, call DOWNTOWN EAST 6288 or visit lankvillicon.org.

Funny Stories by Dick Oakes, Jr.

July 15, 2014 1 comment
By Dick Oakes, Jr.

By Dick Oakes, Jr.

 

On Thursdays, Sal’s Meats tosses the old shanks out into the weedy area behind the store. A couple of us would wait there, in the high grass, just before sundown. There would usually be a tussle over the better shank; that decided, we would each lurk off into the diminishing sunlight that framed the trash-strewn alley.

On that particular night, I had gotten a bad shank. I could feel it coming and I knew right away that I would have to have a place for the night. I decided on the Park Plaza– 105 rooms (there were actually 93), swimming pool (it was half-filled with murky water), TV, fine foods (these had long since disappeared). I wouldn’t be needing any fine foods anyway, not tonight.

“You look a little sick pal,” said the desk clerk, a fat swarthy guy who was wearing a hairpiece attached to the top of his head by a thin red band that ran down both cheeks and hooked beneath his chin. It was ridiculous but I didn’t say anything. “You’re not gonna’ throw up all in there like some kind of egregious rascal are you? You ain’t a barbarian pal, are you?”

I put some bills on the counter and signed the tattered register (a pad on a clipboard).

“You ain’t gonna put a half-inflated balloon in a lube-filled sock between the mattress and box spring and then go all to hell on it, are you?” he asked, taking the money and making change (incorrectly).

“I just want to lie down,” I said. “Can I go lie down?”$(KGrHqN,!qsFI+O7iEKgBSRf+(BT1g~~60_57

He looked me up and down, let out a little huff and walked back to the office desk (there was a game show playing on a black and white TV, propped up by a phone book). I took the key.

The room was decorated in dark greens. There was a lumpy bed and a couple of end tables. They hadn’t emptied the ashtrays. I checked on the bathroom. It was tiled in a sort of sea-foam color and there was room enough to lie on the floor. I found a closet full of spongy blankets and put one in there just in case.

I lay still for a couple of hours, focusing my eyes on a meaningless crack in the ceiling plaster. Then, I started to feel a little better. I went to the bathroom, blew out the shank, and then found myself wanting a drink. When I pulled back the front curtains, I found it was night.

I walked outside. There were a couple of blondes sitting in cheap folding chairs out front of the next cabin. Some guys were surreptitiously hauling in some lighting and recording equipment. I breathed in some air and hit one of the guys up for a cigarette.

“We’re gonna’ be making some motel wrestling films all night,” he volunteered. “Maybe a little bit of hardcore, we’ll see how the carpets hold up.” We both looked at the big sign out front– much of the neon already burned out. “I’ll tell the girls to keep it down,” he said.

I went to the office for some ice. The same guy was in there, watching TV on the same little squirrely shitbox.

“Lemme’ have some ice,” I said. I plunked down a dollar.

“Let me ask you something. Are they making scream films in 117? I can’t have no scream films here. This is a family place– lookit’, we got a pool and all.”

“I mind my own business,” I said. I tapped my fingers on the counter.

“Well, I ain’t got no ice. And I’ll figure it out if you’s involved in them scream films too. You look like the kind of guy that’d be holding up them lights they got.”

I ignored him and headed for the Island joint down the street. There was no telling where this would end up.

Snappy Dressing by King Tucker

July 11, 2014 Leave a comment
King Tucker.

King Tucker 

The Lankville Daily News is pleased to present a new feature by King Tucker of Hoover Island.

Hoover Island is famous around the world for its nudity. Our culture is primarily nudist. If you were to walk down our broad avenues, you would notice many nude people. You might notice, for instance, giant exposed titties or big hanging dongs. In our culture, this is completely normal, nothing unusual at all.

Upon occasion, however, we do dress. At our annual harvest, for example, my palace is thrown open to all Hooverites and a lavish pumpkin ball is held. It is a grand celebration of yet another success with our pumpkin crop, Hoover Island’s chief export. Our lovely women, their hair coiffed in complicated, intricate waves, grace the palace in their exquisite evening dresses. These are the same women that, perhaps, just a few days before, you saw stark naked, bending down to rummage through a basket of potatoes at the local market. This is our life, our culture.

For the pumpkin ball, I commission a tuxedo in sea foam green with an orange bow-tie (in celebration of our great gourds). I greet each Hooverite and compliment them on their snappy dress. Many of these people I saw completely nude– top to bottom, just a few days prior. I have come to memorize their disrobed haunches as a Lankvillian might memorize a neighborhood street corner. All of this is completely normal. It is our legacy.

I settle the throng with the gentle tinkle of a fork against a glass. And I speak of the pumpkins. “We are dressed tonight to celebrate our great harvest,” I will generally say. Sometimes, I pick up a pumpkin (a little one) and hold it up for everyone to see. The image of the monarch, clad in the finest-tailored suit, is inspiring to the people.

But the next day, we are all nude again. Back are the bare-skinned yams, the pendulous nads right out there like a bunch of worn-out socks. But this is our life. This is Hoover Island.

These are my people.

Further articles by King Tucker will continue in later issues.

Royer’s Madcap Experiences: I, River Dick

July 9, 2014 Leave a comment
By Ric Royer

By Ric Royer

 

It was a muddy, debris-choked tributary of a much greater but unseen river. Several greying, dilapidated highway overpasses blotted out the sun. The trees along the banks were dead and gangly. But someone wanted it protected. They decided I was the man.

I, River Dick.

My interview took place in a forlorn trailer, littered with trash. The foreman was decidedly obese– his fat rolls could not be contained by his undersized, cheese-stained sweatshirt. He sat behind an overflowing clothes hamper. I sat on a stool. I suspected he lived here.

“You ever do any river dicking before?”

Typical muddy debris-choked tributary.  There's a guy and a dog on the banks.

Typical muddy debris-choked tributary. There’s a guy and a dog on the banks.

“Nope.”

“You ever done any carnival work?”

“Once”.

“OK. It’s like that.”

I was hired on the spot and issued a bright yellow pantsuit and a revolver. The first day passed without incident.

On the second day, some droids attempted to fill their pails under the overpass. I confronted them.

“You can’t fill those pails here.”

A long series of computational beeps ensued. One of the droids issued a small, printed-out index card. It read, “CHEESE OFF, HUMAN.”

I didn’t think twice about it. I blew them all away and buried them beneath some rocks.

On the third day, the foreman called me in.

“Did you kill some droids?”

“Yep. You know what– I don’t even feel bad about it.”

“Well, some guys at the lab feel bad about it. And they’re making me feel pretty damn bad about it too.”

“They egged me on. They were asking for it,” I added. “You know it, I know it, they know it.”

“That’s fine,” he said, after a long silence. “We’ll cover it up. Just go back along the banks and make sure the parts are pretty well-hidden.”

I did as I was told. But the parts were gone. The rest of the day passed without incident.

On the fourth day, the foreman called me in again. As I was approaching the trailer, I noticed something odd. There were tracks there, made by rolling droids. They led off towards the woods. There was an overhang there, covered by odd brush that didn’t belong. It was a setup. I was being sacrificed.

I hotwired the foreman’s pickup and headed for Lankville Beach.

I, River Dick.

Woman in a Man’s World

July 9, 2014 Leave a comment
By Robin Brox

By Robin Brox

 

It was getting close to lunchtime and I was hanging around my plush office in the uncolored condiment factory sticking some bendable straws into a desk fan. Time was creeping along. I had to shake things up.

Cause I’m a woman in a man’s world.

I called downstairs to receiving. Barry picked it up.

“Hey Bare,” I said (he hated that). “Have you been receiving a lot of big stuff today?”

“Sure, Miss Brox. We got them uncolored bacon bits in.”

“Yeah? Big load? Was it a big ol’ load?” I asked. I was starting to feel kind of flush.

He seemed confused. “Well, the usual, Miss Brox. We’re sorting it out now.”

“Yeah? You moving the load around? Sticking it in where we need it, Bare? Filling that hole?”

Bare was starting to breathe hard. “Yep…I got…all my men on it.”

“Yeah, Bare? You tag-teaming those delicate little esoteric realities?”

“They do make a salad Miss Brox. I admit to it.”

“They make it flower don’t they, baby? It opens up like a bloom in spring, Bare?”

There was a long pause. “Well…I like ’em, Miss Brox. But they are just bacon bits.”

That killed it. I sat up straight. “Fine then Barry. Good work.” I slammed the phone down.

I took off early and headed down to the parking lot where the weightlifters hung out.

Cause I’m a woman in a man’s world.