Two weeks ago, Dawson Riley, 256 years of age, filed a complaint with the NAACP after he was called several “N” words by an employee of the WormHole Square Cemetery.

                   “He was in the graveyard trying to dig up a corpse so he could have sex with it,” says gravedigger, Joe Conner.   “He had condoms, a shovel, Teddy Pendergrass music going, the whole bit. So I called him a… necrophile.”  Mr. Conner tosses a shovel full of dirt over his shoulder, continues.  “And as he and I were discussing the situation, the guy just straight-up falls asleep in the middle of his sentence.  That’s right, started snoozing right there against that tombstone.  So I called him a… narcoleptic.  Thirty seconds later the guy wakes up and finishes his sentence from before he fell asleep, like it never happened.  But his sentence didn’t follow my original question one bit.”  Mr. Conner puts his shovel down, continues.  “So then I called him a… non sequiturist.   Then the guy started spouting some nonsense about how he was just here to protect the garden and its treasure and such.  So, at that point, I realized the guy was… a Gnome.  And I yelled it out loud and I told him to get the hell off of the property!”

                      Mr. Riley’s complaint included being called a necrophile, narcoleptic, non sequitarist, Gnome, as well as, a nitwit, noodle, and a numbnut, needle dick Norwegian netherworld lover.  The NAACP summarily dismissed the complaint.

                  Two weeks ago, Nicholas Lesko, a Polish sausage from South WormHole Square, decided to take a DNA test to affirm his Polish ancestry.  But the results were not what he expected.

                     “Apparently, my ancestry is not from the Polish, Central Europe region of the world, but rather, from processed scraps of meat from the intestinal, snout, and anus regions of the North American pig”,  says Mr. Lesko.   He skims his test results, continues.  “Man, this is unbelievable.  My great, great grandmother, I was told, was a matriarch Kielbasa from Warsaw.  Not true it seems.  And my great, great grandfather as told to me, was supposedly a brave Bratwurst sausage, who played a vital role in the fall of Hitler by strickening him with a fatal case of food poisoning.  Also not true, it appears.”

                         Lesko scans the DNA results, sighs, continues.  “It says here that I am 22% swine testicle stock and 12% entrails.   Really?!  My whole identity has been a lie.  All of the great people of Polish decent that I’ve always aspired to be was all for naught.  People like, Chopin, Marie Curie, and Mike Stivic, Archie Bunker’s son-in-law on All In The Family.“

                On January 6th, 2021, Donald Trump incited a crowd of his supporters to converge on the Washington Capitol, where they violently breached the building in a brazen act of insurrection.

                  “We done did just what our leader, Trump, told us to do,” said Zed, from the movie Pulp Fiction, who was part of the violent mob.  “So we marched down to that there Capitol and tried to take back something that didn’t rightly belong to us!   This is the greatest achievement of my life… except for that time I had a… insurrection in my pants and then climatic achievement with Marsellus Wallace in the basement of my Confederate pawn shop.”

                  With last Wednesday’s events, Donald Trump has added INSURRECTIONIST to his lengthly resume of disgusting achievements.  Other entries include: Demagogue, Ku Klux Klan Leader, Swamp-lord, Cult Leader, Minion Wrangler, and Viking Canoe Captain of one.

                  Another Trump supporter at the site of the insurrection was the creepy-eyed, porch troll, dueling banjo kid from the movie, Deliverance.  He was seen in Nancy Pelosi’s office playing an unplugged medley of Linnard Skinnard’s greatest hits on a washboard.

               Leonard Boone, 46, was admitted into the WormHole Square Medical Center, after swallowing a car battery, in hopes of giving his new career selling used covered wagons, a boost.

                      “Mr. Boone came in yesterday complaining of stomach pain, nausea, and car battery acid reflux,” said Dr. Linda Anders, the attending ER physician.  “We’ve tried various procedures to remove the battery including, pumping his stomach with a torque wrench, industrial strength laxatives, and pulling the battery out with an engine hoist.  All without success.   We’ve also found a stomach ulcer the size of a Frisbee.  Another issue is that the positive connection clamp of the jumper cable is attached to his liver, and the negative clamp is attached to a chain of heart monitors in the ICU unit.  So removing that cable will be no simple task without killing people and tripping the circuit breaker to the coffee pot in the employee lounge.”

                       Mr. Boone started selling used covered wagons six months ago, but things have not worked out exactly as he’d planned.

                           “I had sold just one darn wagon in all of six months,”  Boone said from his hospital bed.  “I’m not sure if the demand is just not there for used horse drawn covered wagons from the 1800’s, or if it’s just me not applying myself motivationally.”  Boone coughs, spits a mouthful of battery fluid into a cup, continues. “So I figured I needed something to, you know, “jump start” my career.  And yes, I know, I went the literal route with this, but I was desperate.”

                   Interesting, things did pick up for Boone for a while after he swallowed the battery.

                          “So the day after I swallowed the battery, I sold a brown, 1885 stagecoach, low miles, one owner, no accidents.  Great!   The next day I sold a brown 1889 chuckwagon convertible, four horsepower, wooden, spoked wheels.  Wonderful!  And then the day after that, I sold a covered wagon with a moon roof, anti-lock brakes, cruise control, and a sack of potatoes on the dash used as an airbag.  Fantastic!”

           Boone takes a moment to catch his breath, continues.  “And then I hit a dry spell!”  He shakes his head, returns with tacit confidence.  “But I’m not going to let anything hold me back from achieving my career goals!”

              Then one of Boone’s many monitors beeps and a Check Engine light flashes in amber yellow.

                 The year 2020 will go down as one of the worst years in recent memory.  There were a full list of calamities, deaths and weird shit that went down that made 2020 particularly bad.

        Australia had bushfires that burned more than 15 million acres… and singed countless vaginas in the outback.  California had massive wildfires as well, and then things got much, much worse when millions were force to watched the Sonic The Hedgehog movie.

     George Floyd was killed by police, sparking worldwide outrage and protests, including demands for police reform and replacing confederate statues with holograms of the cast from Alf.

             Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg passed away, making room for Republicans to confirm a new conservative Justice faster than Bruce Jenner running a decathlon and Caitlyn Jenner catching a run in her stockings, during a Kardashian altercation.

            2020 saw the blatant rise of White Nationalist groups, or as Donald Trump likes to call them….Republicans, some cops and golfing buddies, who wield alternative clubs, with low IQs and high scores on the back nine.

          Trump was impeached by the House Of Representatives, after presenting overwhelming evidence of his guilt, only to have the Senate fail to convict, which prompted O.J. Simpson to faint after first doing a spit-take with a mouth full of organic orange juice.

                73 year old Donald Trump and 77 year old Joe Biden were the two nominees of their respective parties.  But many people thought they were watching the Robert De Niro movie, War With Grandpa.  The first two debates were sponsored by AARP, Ben Gay, and Fixodent.  ( not to be confused with the Baltimore discount body and fender shop, Fix Yo Dent )

           Trump lost the 2020 Presidential election to Joe Biden and proceeded to claim, without any evidence, that the election was rigged against him.  It was like the time Boris Badenov, from the Bullwinkle & Rocky Show, accused Bullwinkle of sleeping with Natasha, based only on the faint scent of moose-testicles on Natasha’s lipstick.

          2020 was about the second hottest year on record… forcing millions around the world to consume their mixed drinks 15% faster than in previous years.

                 But the biggest story of 2020 were the vicious attacks on WormHole Square residents by a velociraptor, disguised as the Monopoly Man.  In the past year, the velociraptor has attacked a grandmother, an Amish farmer, a pimp, and a subway performer.               As we move into 2021, the velociraptor still remains at large.

 

 

             The Grinch, who infamously tried and failed to stop Christmas from coming, is now battling his own similar, personal issue.

               “According to his very own theme song, the Grinch is suffering from “a heart full of unwashed socks” and that may be contributing to his premature ejaculation problem,” says Dr. Daniel Crawford.   “The song goes on to say that the Grinch’s soul is “full of gunk”, which may also be part of the problem.”

                    The Grinch disagrees with Dr. Crawford’s assessment.

              “All my life I’ve been trying to stop events from coming; including Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, and the third Matrix movie,” says The Grinch.  “You name it, I was trying to stop it from coming, with absolutely zero success.  I think psychologically, the inability to stop things somehow transferred into my subconscious mind.   And now here I am tapping out… before I even get into the ring.”

                     The Grinch has tried, without success, a variety of treatment options.

                 “There is one more treatment option available to the Grinch that he hasn’t tried,” says Dr. Crawford.  “It is designed to slow down, control and delay any type of stimulus action, but it is somewhat controversial.   It includes the Grinch being under hypnosis while he watches a sloth make love to a turtle on the floor of the United States Senate.”

                   A rat named Melroy Spikes has successfully avoided being wiped out by a pest control company, by using the 1973 Endangered Species Act.

                  “He was a pretty big rat, but I’ve seen bigger ones in Baltimore and New York City,”  says exterminator, Joe Gosner.  “I was all prepared to take him out with a ray gun filled with rat poison and Mississippi River water.  But then he showed me his online degree from The WormHole Online Institute College Of Teachery.   I was then bound by law to rescind the contract for extermination.”

                Melroy Spikes has an online degree in Somatic Science, which is bodywork and movement studies of internal physical perception.  ( This is a real thing ).

                “I’m one of only five rats left in the entire world with an online degree,” says Spikes.  “There are other rats, mice and even gerbils out in the wild with Mickey Mouse GEDs and such, but that’s a dime a dozen.  I’m a rare entity, and thus is why I’m protected.  I’ve also employed policies of Manifest Destiny, Imminent Domain and straight-up Bogarting to claim my stake in this joint.  Meanwhile, I’ve signed a promissory note to pay my share of six months of back cable bills.  I’ve also verbally agreed to stop shouting out the name Rataouille every time I have a nocturnal emission.”

           Spikes shrugs, continues.

                 “Don’t judge me. It’s all part of my continuing internal physical perception studies.  In lieu of running all day on a hamster wheel, I prefer to arouse my self in a semi-recumbent position by watching TV shows about pawn shops and storage wars.”

            Last week, Santa Claus was caught by Mrs. Claus, in bed with a reindeer and a coal miner.

                “I went into the attic to get some elf dust, when I saw the three of them, in bed, doing what could only be called St. Nick and antlers up the mine shaft,” says Mrs. Claus.

                    The incident has caused quite a disruption in the Christmas schedule.  Santa has been unable to focus on preparing for the Christmas rush.

                    “Everybody’s lost their minds over this thing,” Santa says.  “This negative publicity is killing my image.   Mrs. Claus is divorcing me, the SPCA is filing charges, and my Nike endorsement deal on Santa Boots is on hold.”

                   The coal miner involved in the incident is named Merle Stafford.  He spoke on the condition of anonymity.

              “I love Santa”, Merle says.  “I’m on the naughty list each and every year, and each and every year Santa leaves a lump of coal in my stocking.  Sometimes he even crushes the coal into dust before he puts it in there.  I just wanted to show Santa how much I appreciate all the stocking stuffers over the years.  And even though his gifts have contributed to my black lung disease, I still wanted to give back to Santa in a special way.”

                        The reindeer involved in the incident was not one of Santa’s regular crew, sources say.

              “Naw, it wasn’t Rudolf, Donner, Vixen, Dasher, Prancer, or any of the other well known reindeer,” says Dexter, Santa’s HR elf.   “The guy was scrub.  He applied for a job here last year, but he was a below average sled puller, and he failed the physical.   He was infested with ticks.  Couldn’t hire the guy.”

                      To complicate Santa’s Christmas schedule, he has since come down with mononucleosis and Lyme disease.

              Rudy Giuliani, former Mayor of New York City, and spokesman for SideBurns & Gravy hair gel, has been officially certified as “Bat-Shit” crazy, by the order Chiroptera ( Bats ) organization.

                     “I’ve been studying Rudy’s behaviour over the years and I must say that lately he’s been acting stranger than a farmer harvesting crop circles full of pistachio nuts,” says, Dennis Deaver, chairman of the order Chiroptera.

        Giuliani has been making headlines lately with a series of bizarre press conferences, where he blamed Donald Trump’s loss in the 2020 Presidential election to Joe Biden, on non-existent wide-spread voter fraud, and various, other conspiracy theories.

                      “Yes, and he also said that Ringo Starr was the most talented Beatle and that Papa Smurf had the most dramatic range of all the Smurfs,” says Mr. Deaver.  “That’s just straight from the poison well crazy talk.”

            In one press conference, Giuliani spouted the insane conspiracy theory that Hugo Chavez, former President of Venezuela, who died in 2013, was responsible for rigging voting machines in favor of Joe Biden.

             “This is some next level crazy shit rarely seen on this planet,” says Mr. Deaver.  “Giuliana is also blaming Trump’s loss in the 2020 election on Abraham Lincoln not pulling out during sex back in 1866.  Crazy, man, just bonkers!”

                  In the same press conference, Giuliani actually quoted a line from the movie, My Cousin Vinny and continued rambling about baseless lawsuits, while sweating profusely, and at one point, a dark stream of liquid began dripping from his sideburns.

                   “That was the point I knew Giuliani had gone over the edge,” says Deaver.  “It’s when the crazy, human brain starts to converge with bat shit.  Dark liquid begins leaking from the pores above the temples, where crazy ideas, irrational thoughts, and unrequited masturbation sessions live.  It was at that point that I knew that Giuliani was certifiably bat-shit crazy.”

                            Rudy Giuliani was then fitted with a large tin foil hat and handed a map to BigFoot’s secret hideout.  Rudy can also be found occasionally shouting lines down vacant subway tunnels  from the movies, Reefer Madness and Plan 9 From Outer Space.

                   Seven years ago today, Jake Carmen, 32, elected to replace his testicles with a pair of lint balls of the exact same size, making him the first and only man ever to do so.

               “The process was pretty straight forward,” says doctor Rodney Queen, who performed the procedure.  “We got the donor lint balls from a local laundromat, and we just swapped them out with Mr. Carmen’s testicles.  The whole procedure took about an hour and forty-five minutes, including the tumbler drying time.”

           Mr. Carmen, who loves the outdoors and is an avid runner, had multiple reasons why he chose to have the procedure done.

           “So… not having cumbersome testicles helps me scale tough, steep, mountain trails,” Carmen says.  “My new testicle-size lint balls are light weight, pliable, and they have a natural sweat absorption feature that my old balls didn’t have.”

                   Mr. Carmen’s lint balls did come with a downside, however.  When his lint balls take in too much moisture, they become heavy and tend to sag down past his shorts, which makes co-ed jogging and shopping at the grocery store uncomfortable.  And conversely, when his lint balls are too dry, he has a problem with shocks from static cling.

            “It’s like getting tased in the old cojones,” Mr. Carmen says.

               As for conceiving children, initially, Dr. Queen thought it might pose an obstacle for Mr. Carmen.  But Carmen has since fathered a healthy seven year old son, who also loves the outdoors and enjoys running along side his dad.