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Destiny of Idiotica

Friday, September 26, 2008

Hey, let your Uncle Kelly tell ya the tale of a lil' planet of long ago. It was called, oddly enough, Idiotica and it was overpopulated with a bunch of wacky DumbAsses. They say the Dumbasses on Planet Idiotica started out as crazy turd-throwin' monkeys but I don't know about dat. I have my own theory dat seems a bit more sensible.



I think a bunch of messed up, drug lovin' aliens got bored one week and dropped by perfect Idiotica for a bit of experimental Hoo-Ha. Since they didn't poke each other in the porkholes anymore.... and they probably got tired of lookin' at all the mountains, trees and water- I think dat they decided to make a new species of being with their advanced technology. Thus, the DumbAss was emanated. The aliens, seeing what they created, were greatly embarrassed. So they took off, like a flea and didn't come back for a real long time.




Soon, after the aliens left the DumbAsses to make decisions for themselves, the early DumbAsses right away began playing "Take Mr. Stinky And Push Him In Da Taco of Love". When they weren't doing dat, they'd hunt down animals, eat till their bellies bloat and hit each other with sticks.

Oddly enough, a lot of the inhabitants of Idiotica delighted in their worship of inanimate objects. The theory being- if ya sing your praises to a rock, the rock will give your people a head of lettuce.


Here's some of the prayers n' stuff they sang and danced to:

"Oh Big Ol' Yellow Ball In Da Sky, You are so great and look so good up there. Could you make it so we got enough beans for the winter?"

"Hello Acorn, how are You today? You look wonderful. I love you, Acorn. Do You love me?"

"Oh statue of a god I just made up, please tell me what I should do? Should I take my first born son and drown him in a river or should I allow him to grown up to be a fine DumbAss like me?"

Later, the folks of Idiotica moved on to praying to deities they couldn't even see. A lot of times they would fight over their deities and beliefs and cause plentiful bloodshed for anyone who didn't believe what they believed. Ha Ho! They sure knew how to have a jolly ol' time!




During their Industrial Age, The DumbAsses made something that would change their world for years to come. It was called "pollution" and they used it to slowly poison themselves to death.

Hurray!

Another wacky thing the DumbAsses like ta do was cut down trees. They weren't happy, it seemed, till they cut down every last goddamn one o' them. When all the rain forests were wiped out, they noticed (bit too late) dat oxygen was a bit scarce.

Imagine that!


The Main Objective of a DumbAss, of course, was to get more moola, more "money". And enough was never enough for the typical DumbAss. And the more ya had- the more other DumbAsses seemed ta respect ya. Which is funny and truly pathetic when ya think about it. Ha Ho! Those crazy DumbAsses loved and worshipped them lil' green pieces of paper more than any other god on Idiotica. In fact, the whole ecosystem of Idiotica was forsaken for the Almighty Coin.

Golly.


Every so often, the Dumbasses of Idiotica would elect a new ruler or Puppet King. One nation, in particular, prided itself on being free. Free ta do what? The only freedom the Dumbasses really ever had was the right to vote for a new ruler ever so often. They didn't get to make the laws. They didn't get ta decide how much money would be ripped out of their slavepay to support their "government". Many times, the DumbAss Rulership would control the Dumbasses by telling them lies and forcing them to watch ancient reruns of Gilligan's Island or, worse yet, The Jerry Springer Show.


Excuse me now while I puke up a Toyota!


And goooood gollykins but those DumbAsses enjoyed a good war. Always about land, fossil fuels, religion or the color of skin- these DumbAsses would kill each other like there was no tomorrow.


They couldn't get a boner til they had annihilated almost every motherfucker in a big ol' murderous frenzy.



Finally, the aliens came back to check up on the DumbAsses, ready to introduce themselves proper. But, when they arrived, they saw that the folks on Idiotica had enough nukes to destroy themselves and their planet 50 X 3 plus 2 and decided the DumbAsses were intent on killing themselves and weren't worth gettin' to know.
With the predicted final world war, the seas and oceans boiled away while the lands of Idiotica burned with the fires of nuclear devastation. Alas, there was to be no surviving for any DumbAss due to fallout and radiation.
Gosh, I sure didn't see dat coming! Did you?

Thanks kids for reading along with me this tale of delightful arrogance and festive idiocy. I'll be back after I take a nice long hit off Uncle Kelly's Magical Pipe O' Fun.

8 comments:

~Static~ September 26, 2008 at 1:15 PM  

I know I'm only stating the obvious but, what a bunch of DumbAsses!

Kelly September 26, 2008 at 1:26 PM  

Hee Ho, my friend.

Qelqoth September 26, 2008 at 9:18 PM  

Sacrilege never felt so good.

Damian (666) September 27, 2008 at 7:32 PM  

I know this place! Is it Mars your talking about? It couldn't be our planet we are all to nice and gay and way to smart to praise false idols!

You make me laugh Kelly lets fist things together like a bonding expierience! Dad?

Kelly September 29, 2008 at 1:01 PM  

Yes, sure, Mars.

Eh, can 2 fists fit into one cat pussy?

Let's find out, my son.

Damian (666) September 29, 2008 at 6:52 PM  

2 fists can if ya fist hard enough!

eve cleveland September 30, 2008 at 10:50 AM  

Clown,
Why soooo Angry? Dana sounds like one tuff customa! Don't let it get you down, Babe. Come see me, I'm nice. I'm Don's friend, so don't get too psycho, I have children.
Eve

Kelly September 30, 2008 at 1:20 PM  

Alrighty then, Damo, let's do it. In fact let's make a game out of it. In fact, the whole gang can cum n' play. We'll call it .... drumroll please...

"HOW MANY FISTS CAN YA FIT IN A CAT PUSSY!"

What fun!

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