You've probably been studying on why there has been so
little content this month. And, like, why there aren't any
crazy stories about skunks, or skunk-apes! Hits are
way down, and everyone's all just sitting thar, staring
at the screen, sick to death of hitting reload just to
be rewarded with the same old crapola. What we need is
new crapola, NEW CRAPOLA. Okay, so I'm gonna tell you
Pigdog exploded. See, we went to the evil Burning Man festival (for a whole week)
last month, where we burned out our insides with playa dust and skut liquor. We
built a deranged hillbilly shack, put on overalls, and ran around acting like
big, dumb, dogshit-eating hillbillies! But not just any hillbillies, SCIENTIST
HILLBILLIES. See. Because that's what they have in the future. The future
of America is hillbillies with SCIENCE.
We whipped up big batches of our special HyperWhiskey(tm) poison, and
SmartChaw(tm) chewin' tobacco, and told people who walked by our shack to
imbibe and chomp. And they did! And so did we!!
We do this every year for some reason, which neither I, nor anyone else, has
successfully been able to explain. So I'm not going to even try.
The important thing to note, however, is that the hangover lasts a SOLID MONTH
-- in which time, we cannot do any writing whatsoever. This has been the case
in the past, and it is proving to be so this year as well.
HARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! If you believe that I got me a mule to sell you on
the bridge that is in Brooklyn for which the Eskimos with refrigerators have no
Why not look at this nice photo gallery (courtesy Wendolonia)
of our trip to Burning Man this year?