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THE REAL VAPOR

WHAT TIME IS IT?

Does anyone really know what time it is?
Or what date it is.
What year is it?
According to who or what?
Christian standard time?
Why must I comply with these standards?
Is it New Years Eve just because the christian calender says it is?
I say Bullshit; What say you?

CNN NEWSFLASH

This just in. Scientists all over the world have reported seismic activity at a previously unheard of proportion. According to seismologists, the center of the seismic activity is what seems to be an enormous cave complex in Arizona. The shockwaves seem to be traveling south towards Bogota, Colombia. Richter levels of 9.0 have already been recorded. Accompanying the waves is the distinct smell of sulfur and feces. We'll keep you updated as we learn more.

INDY THE GREAT

Indy the Great sits in his turdthroneroom (pronounced as one word) on a massive pile of teenage girlturds (pronounced as one word), sniffing and bathing. Halifax the Bi-Curious Necromancer and Manservant enters, vomits, puts on a gas mask, then begins to speak.

Master?

What? I can barely hear you from behind that mask!

I have to, Lord! The stench is so bad, people in Bellarusse are calling to complain!

Let them eat farts!

Anyway, Lord, the Bear and the Monkey are playing into our hands. I have also taken the liberty of necromancing Leroy Cleophus Washington the Negroidal Manservant.

Hi's, masssah!

Leroy! My God, you are back, a Negroidal-revenant (pronounced in ebonics)!

Yes, massa's...I's dun come back to serve you's. I's wanses my's vengeance on dat Magogo.

Good, good. Now, Halifax, have you been preparing the 900 trillion skeleta warriors for the expected assault?

Yes, Life Partner.

What???

I mean, Master. *cough* sorry about that. But more news! The earth's bowels are rumbling! That 900 trillion megatons of Taco-Bell (pronounced as one word) we fed Mother Gaia Earth is doing the trick! Our scientists estimate that she should spew forth volatile, explosive diarrhea right under the Klandestine Kody Kokaine Krack Kartel in...three hours!

Three hours? Good Lord! Train all of the turd satellites on them. I want to see the poopworks!

Yes, Lord.

And Halifax, have you been working on the contingency plan?

You mean, the Turdstar?

Shhhh you fool! The Magogo or the Kodybear, or worse, the Vapor, might be eavesdropping (pronounced as one word) as we speak! Never mention the Turdstar unless I tell you!

Um, you just mentioned it, Master.

Mentioned what?

The Turdstar.

Ack! Shhhh!!! Do not say that word!

What word, Master?

Turdstar! Oy! I just said it. Everyone shut up now! Now, we shall never again mention the contingency plan, unless the Bear and the Monkey attack us and drive us from the Turd Kave. But I suspect that Gaia is going to shit them into outerspace (pronounced in Martian) in three hours and dthey will never know what shit them, so to speak.

Massah, I's is supposes to pronounce dat al as de one wordses?

Yes, Leroy, as one word.

KODYBEAR

Four O Clock AM
calle 87A con 15
Bogota,Colombia

His Esteemed Eminence Arch Excellency Kody R Bear had indeed enjoyed a successful evening at the Exstasis Club. He stayed till 3:00 am waiting for the girls to congregate on the street knowing that the prices would go down at this hour. A deal was skillfully negotiated with two girls of questionable age for only 150,000 pesos. Alicia and Adora,the younger one,giggled as they opened the door of His Excellency's Lexus and saw the hundred dollar bills scattered all over the floor like so much trash. He didn't mind that they were taking the money knowing that they would never have a chance to spend it. When he reached the Tequendama Bogota it was nearly sunrise and Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey was peeking out of the Penthouse window. Hurrying to the room with the girls in tow he rushed in and said,

"Magogo! What the hell is the matter with you?"

"I'm all jammed up Yo Excellency"

He noticed the frightened look on Magogo's face and then the burned spoon and glass pipe laying on the table.

"For god's sakes your hands are shaking! If your going to do that at least use a clean burning lighter. Look what you did to their spoon! Now how's that going to look? Get this shit cleaned up. As you can see I'm having company for a late night snack. You look absolutely terrible", he said handing the Monkey a monkey bar. "Get some sleep. I need you alert this afternoon. We're buying 100 million Kalashnikov AK 47's from some pretty shady characters. I want you to train the Militant Macarena Monkey Militia in their use. You will have only four days to---Hey! Do you see my mouth moving? Do you speak the Kings English?

"Uh,...no. Not jus dis minute Yo Excellency. I'm havin trouble sayin anything at all right now."

" Blub blub blub blub blub! Your darn tootin you are! Drink a 40 on top of that monkey bar and you'll be as right as rain. When we conclude our business today you will drive the weapons and I will follow. Then my frightened friend we are going to rock and roll on the Turd Kave! It will be simply spectacular", he squeaked. "Now are you hungry yet Magogo?", said the Kody as he beckoned the two girls closer. "Because if you are as soon as I get laid I'm going to eat thease two lovely young ladies." Adora and Alicia started giggling again and fondling the Kody's massive kodpiece. "See how sweet they are Magogo? And they don't understand a word I say."

"I can't go der Yo Eminence."

Magogo retired to his room and put in his earplugs. It always happened the same way. First the squealing, growling and scratching from the Bear. Then the moans of pleasure from the victims. Then his master would beckon the girls to come and get a Bear hug. But the hug was always lethal. He hoped the zanex would take effect so that he would not have to here his masters depraved acts.

VAPOR THE TERMINATOR

I am glad to say that the Magogo is back in the charge of His Excellency Kody R. Bear. As always I, Superhero Master Chef Vapor the Terminator, will protect that stupid monkey. Protecting that monkey seems to take a toll on my resources and the up coming break is needed. Digging out from that Big Turda Blast has been exhausting and I do not think things around the Vaporlair complex will ever be the same.

Nevertheless, I will hang my spandex superhero suit back in the closet with the new cowl and boots until I am needed again. I have a few ideas for new and tasty recipes and I must try them out in The Kitchen.

I will leave the Bear and the Monkey to fight the Great Turd War.
I am not getting close to that shit if I can help it.

I bid you good day,

Master Chef Vapor

INDY THE GREAT

Indy the Great sits in his vast turdthroneroom (pronounced as one word) in level -253, West Wing, Quadrant 4 of the Turd Kave, formerly known as the Klandestine Kody Klan Kave. He is sitting in a giant pile of girlturds (pronounced as one word), reveling in his military victory against the Kodybear and the Magogo. Halifax the Bi-Curious Necromancer and Manservant enters, reels at the smell, covers his nose, and speaks.

Master Lord Indy?

What is it, Halifax? I am busy!

Well, Sir, it appears that the Monkey and the Bear have resurfaced.

What??

Yes, Sir. They are in South Amerika. They have formed a cocaine ring called the Kody Kartel.

Good Lord!

And they are preparing a military-assault (pronounced as one word) on the Turd Kave.

Brilliant!

Pardon, Lord?

They have played into my hands! The trap is sprung!

Pardon, Masterbater?

What???

Er, I mean Master?

Well, they have built the Kody Kartel Kokaine Plantation right on the anus of the earth! Remember Gaia Theory that says the earth is a living organism? Well, our team of 1,000,000 scientists have found that it is true! They have also discovered the mouth, and the anus, of the earth! It turns out that the mouth is right here under the Turd Kave, and the anus is directly under the Bear's throneroom (pronounced as one word) in the Kody Kokaine Kartel Plantation House!

Brilliant!

Yes, yes, I am brilliant! So, my crew of ten million Afrikan Negroidal slaves are feeding Taco-Bell (pronounced as one word) to the earth. They are using cranes and dumptrucks to literally shovel in megatons of Taco-Bell (pronounced as one word) food! By the way, buy us some stock in Taco-Bell (pronounced as one word). In any case, in a few days, the earth should have volatile, explosive diarrhea right under the Kartel, blasting them to Kingdom-Kome (pronounced as one word)!

Brilliant Master! squeals Halifax with delight.

One more thing, Halifax.

Yes, Lord?

Pronounce that all as one word.

Hurry up

Better start shopping for x-mas! It is less than a year away!

Today is my birthday!

Today I turned 43! I have lived through a lot of stuff in my 43 years. Tonight I'm celebrating with my close friend Number Ten. Number Ten lives in a tall green bottle and comes out only on special occasions. I do love Number Ten.
1963 to 2006, thats a lot of crap man! How many presidents? How many moon shots? How much technical advancement? Wow it's amazing! Yes, I'm drunk! Thanks Number Ten!

Strings attached

How codependent it this behavior. My sister spends money on me for Christmas and during our visit there. She tells my daughter in private how much money she has spent and tells me she is over spending. I tell her to stop and that it is not necessary but she continues and gets mad at me because she is spending the money. I bought her an oufit that she got altered to fit better and she now is asking me to foot the altering bill! How outrageous is that!

I Just Need to talk to someone

I think the last time i typed a blog entry anywhere on the internet was years ago when I was in highschool and they really werent that popular. Now I dont want to type this in my own, because certain people may end up reading it. I know it sounds silly and juvinile, but then again none of you know what I have been through and none of you are going to judge unfairly, even if you did no one knows who I am. I just have to vent a bunch of things off of my chest, and responses back are pretty much the only thing that make me feel any sort of decency anymore. So basically this is your average one side crush story. . . but it just keeps bothering me. Its one of those things you try and get on with things, but for some reason your mind always pulls you back in to it. Anyways, a couple months back, i told one of my friends that i had feelings for her and from that point it seemed that everything went spiralling down hill. Im saying i basically got no response at all, no reciprication, nothing, for almost an entire month. This is a woman that I talk to and saw day in and day out for probably like 4 months before hand, and I thought i could be honest with her instead of hiding my feelings or just bottling them up. The fact that i didnt even get so much as an "I don't know what to say. . . " or an "I'm flattered, but your one of my best friends" (which by the way i think some use as an escape line, because they dont know what else to say...") was rather unsettling. Well with that I pretty much figured i just burned a bridge by being honest, and that i wouldnt go around making those mistakes with my other friends that i might have intrest in, but come like a month later, i get a message from her about my profile, and how she didnt want to be selfish but thought it might be directed at her. The profile at the time was something harsh and rediculous, directed to a completely different person, and went along the lines of 'dont think that you can just use me like a tool whenever you need something then just let me dangle on a shelf til your next convience" I could see how she may have belived that it had to do with her, but her message was only warranted because of the profile, and it was a apology for her not responding to me for the month and that if i couldnt forgive her she would understand. Well that pulled me back in to it because i truly wanted to be her friend still, and no not because i thought that hey maybe in the long run i can get with her, but because she was one of my good friends, and i have lost way too many good friends over some dumb shit, so i wanted to try something new instead of turning my back on people. I tried to see if i could meet her in person sometime to straighten things out and explain everything, but my schedule ended up getting busy and it got put off to the side, After that i tried multiple times to talk to her, but seemed to just get the im on my way out every time, which seemed to just be more avoidance. I went to give it one last shot tonight and just start general conversation with her, and basically tell her that it was all water under the bridge for me, and that i would just like to start over. it started out well but right before i could say waht i wanted, i got the same broken record line. I mean shit, i know everything is screaming that she isnt worth my time, my care, or my courtesy, but its hard for me and i just keep dragging myself through the mud everytime. I was even going to reconsile it by extending her and her friends that i know, to our new years party, but right now i think im just really giving up. As much as i just want to talk to her, shes done so wrong to me, when i have done nothing wrong to her, that i just cant do it anymore, I mean the thing that everyone and i mean everyone in the world wants is just to be close to someone. I wish i could just turn off all of my feelings and be complacent with the way everything is going, but it seems the only people who have figured that out are the ones that are dead.... fuck it, thanks for listening

*****BREAKING NEWS*****

KODY R BEAR and MAGOGO THE SINGING DANCING MACARENA MONKEY spotted in SOUTH AMERICA !

Undisclosed sources say that Colombian coffee plantation workers witnessed what appeared to be at least 1000 B-29's pass over the Median area of Colombia on or about December 16 of this year. There have also been undisclosed reports of a white Bear and a large Ape travelling in a Lexus SUV. Sex trade workers are being cautioned that there have been cases of missing prostitutes associated with the sightings of the Bear and Monkey. One American reporter in the Median area claimed to have heard loud farting on Christmas eve,as if produced by hundreds,that was strangely melodic. When questioned further he reluctantly stated that it reminded him of the Pastoral Symphony. Colombian citizens should not approach the pair if spotted. They are known cocaine producers and are using the proceeds to build a Militant Macarena Monkey Militia and fuel their lavish lifestyles. Colombian government officials report that the KodyBear has constructed a fortress on the former estate of Pablo Escobar and has the worlds largest known coca plantation and associated factories. Sources suggest to Breaking News that the Bear has the support of not only the Colombian government but the US government as well and now has the audacity to call his organization the Kody Kartel. The Bear has aleady amassed millions of dollars in drug money and is apparently in possession of a nuclear weapon. Breaking News Reporters are confident in speculating that a large portion of these funds will be funneled into offshore accounts and used to finance a major assault on the Arch Nemesis Indy The Great.

If only she knew

If only she knew how much was really behind it when I say 'I love you'

University?

How many have you people gone to university? I was so close to giving up this year, and never come back.
I eventually decided I should stay. I'd hate to regret something I haven't done earlier in my life. Part of me wants to move to another city, meet new people, go traveling. But I hope that I can pull my act together and do well this semester, and offset my poor marks.
I'll give it one more chance. If it doesn't work, I'll join the army and be miserable for the rest of my life.

Password Reset

The password has been reset.

VAPOR'S KITCHEN

It has been very exiting around The Kitchen during the Solstice Holiday.
My children have enjoyed themselves and when your kids are happy all is good.

I do not know what the post below is about as I seem to be permanently logged in.
I have not seen the log-in page in quite some time. I just figured that I was in good standing
with the site Admin and did not have to worry about such things.

I wish that these idiots that keep blaming every little thing that goes wrong with this web-site
on Kodybear or Myself would get a life. I'll bet when the site went down for a few days they thought we had something to do with it.

If I were you ("Help Admin Help"), I wouldn't worry about asking "The one who has Personally spoken to Michael" for help. This would be like asking for TITS ON A BOAR HOG. If you think that this person has talked with Admin you are mistaken.

Just wait and Admin will fix any problem that comes up. He is pretty good about keeping the site up and running.
I don't think he wants to miss any of the Kody-Indy saga.
I know that I am ready for the next installment.

If there are people out there who cannot post,
be patient and I am sure that the problem will be fixed soon.

I must go and sleep off an overdose of Country Ham and Turkey.

Your Favorite Chef,
Vapor

Password needs to be RESET---Help Admin Help

I am very, very confused right now. I have two computers in my house. On one of them, I can post, and there is no log-in needed to post. On the other one, logging in to anonyblog requires a password, and it said password has been changed. Wha....?

Hey you, the guy who claims to "have spoke(n) to Michael"---can you give him a call and ask him why this is happening?

And don't any of you start on your "it's cody clan bs" crap. I am not making this up.

So what are you doing New Year's Eve?

I dunno about anyone else, but my NYE plans involve wassail, a hot tub, giant Alaskan king crab legs, and a musical performance by Valdor and the Bear.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Hope all is well. Please tell...what did Santa bring you and/or what was the biggest pleasure you experienced?

I love my monkey

I love my big monkey
his coat is so warm.
And if I don't hurt him
He'll do me no harm
I won't touch his butt,
Or drive him away
And monkey and I
Very gently will play.

A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital,

wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose,
still heavily sedated from a difficult four hour surgical procedure.
A young, student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath.

"Nurse", he mumbles, from behind the mask. "Are my testicles black?"

Embarrassed, the young nurse replies,
"I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet."

He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, are my testicles black?"

Concerned that he may elevate his vitals from worry about his testicles,

she overcomes her embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back the covers.

She raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in the

other, lifting and moving them around.

Then, she takes a close look and says, "There's nothing wrong with them,

Sir!!"

The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly,

"Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but, listen very, very

closely......

A r e - m y - t e s t - r e s u l t s - b a c k?

Winter Solstice

During the Winter Solstice we will worship the magik evergreen tree.
We will adorn our trees with trinkets of gold and silver.
The magik evergreen will bring forth spring and we can renew our fields.
We will gather around the Yule log and have fellowship with our friends.
We drink our grog and make a toast to our friends far and near.
We share in a feast of plenty.
We give gifts to the children and feel the joy from the smiles on their little faces.
We ask Mother Earth to provide for us through the Winter.
We look forward to the Spring Equinox when Mother Earth will again show her power over mankind.

Season's Greetings Anonyblog

Mr Vapor

Dear Mr. Liberal Hippie Butt Head aka Vapor:

I see now that you do hold your standards so very high. Constantly preaching about not deleting or editing others posts. Then what do you do? You change and edit a post.

Perhaps you should consider a re-evaluation of your standards. I would offer this;
"I Vapor being of my normal drug induced state of mind proclaim to never edit or delete a post that I agree with."

There, now you fit in much better with your fellow clan members.

Top 10 non-repealed weird laws are:

1. In Hereford you can shoot a Welsh person on a Sunday, with a longbow, in the Cathedral Close.

2. It is legal for a male to urinate in public, as long it is on the rear wheel of his motor vehicle and his right hand is on the vehicle.

3. A bed may not be hung out of a window.

4. It is illegal for a lady to eat chocolates on a public conveyance.

5. It is illegal to be drunk on licenced premises.

6. Taxi drivers are required to ask all passengers if they have smallpox or the plague.

7. Any person found breaking a boiled egg at the sharp end will be sentenced to 24 hours in the village stocks (enacted by Edward VI).

8. Any boy under the age of 10 may not see a naked mannequin.

9. Throughout the whole of England it is illegal to eat mince pies on December 25.

10. You can shoot a Welsh person with a bow and arrow in Chester, inside the city walls and after midnight.

Norton/Symantec

Just thought I would bring to your attention the problems I have had with Symentac and Norton programs.

I was unable to update one of their programs, I could not connect to their site. Finally, after trying for about a week to get through to them, I got my update.

The person said any problems with the new program would be taken care of free because the problem appeared to be with their program and/or download site. I had the same problem after the update and when I went back they wanted to charge me a fee for their help even though the problem was with their program. Worse yet the help was as much as the cost of the download.

I suggest that Symantec cares not for their customers, only the bottom line, how much money can they make. I submit that, all people stop using any Symantec Product for their own good and well being.

Submitted by a very dissatified EX-CUSTOMER.

Vapor(the superhero) Spews BS

Here is a good study of an asshole post

Mr. Vapor you are a(genius) complete and total waste of flesh. Just like your fellow(genius) clown clan members you(speak the truth) spew absolute BS without nary a thought. (here is a thought, why did you leave this post to be tampered with?) I have to ask; is my life without a brain terribly hard? I'm sure it is! Why don't you think before you answer? Look before you leap? Study before you follow? My life, unlike yours is lived out here on Anonyblog. No the world does not revolve around you or your strange friends posts.( why do you not post anything other than complaints about the "Klan"?)

I have not seen much activity here which makes me think you and your fellow clan members have drove away the few legitimate posters that were here. Thats too bad really, allowing the crap of the few to drive away the legitimacy of the many.
(now let us look at this contradiction of words and determine who has looked before they leaped, studied before they followed or actually thought before they answered.)

(There is plenty of activity on this web-site.)

Yes, Mr. Vapor you and your fellow clan members days are numbered.
(more bullshit posted by "The All Knowing Oracle") Please try to use the few days you have left to actually post something(because everything that I post is so interesting) interesting.(I think your days are the days that will be limited) Oh but thats right, "if I only had a brain".

More bullshit babble

VAPOR

WHAT A LOAD OF SHIT

There are people who post here at Anonyblog that think they have all of the answers. These people resort to name calling and whining. These people have nothing better to do with this wonderful blank page but use it to spew negative ideas.

To these people I say, FUCK YOU.
You have no idea what you are babbling about.
Furthermore, if you continue to ramble and babble you will soon find out these things that you say you know so much about are not so.
The one that has "personally spoken with Micheal" should know what is about to happen.
I will prove to you that I know what I am talking about.
When you are finished reading my post click entries and notice that I have complete control of my post and "Micheal" has not taken the ability to delete posts away from me. I will make my post impossible to edit or delete immediately. You will notice other posts sit for hours if not days before Admin sweeps them. I will sweep my own post right now.
I think this should prove who has a clue about what is going on.

So you people who think that you know everything go ahead and keep posting your
Bullshit Babble

Have a nice day,

Master Chef Vapor

Merry Holiday!

Late last week, I was rushing around trying to get some last minute
shopping done. I was stressed out and not thinking very fondly of the
Christmas season right then. It was dark, cold, and wet in the
parking lot as I was loading my car up with gifts that I felt
obligated to buy.

I noticed that I was missing a receipt that I might need later. So
mumbling under my breath, I retraced my steps to the mall entrance.
As I was searching the wet pavement for the lost receipt, I heard a
quiet sobbing.

The crying was coming from a poorly dressed boy of about 12 years
old. He was short and thin. He had no coat. He was just wearing a
ragged flannel shirt to protect him from the cold night's chill.

Oddly enough, he was holding a hundred dollar bill in his hand.

Thinking that he had gotten lost from his parents, I asked him what
was wrong.

He told me his sad story:

He said that he came from a large family. He had three brothers and
two sisters. His father had died when he was nine years old. His
mother was poorly educated and worked two full time jobs. She made
very little to support her large family. Nevertheless, she had
managed to save two hundred dollars to buy her children Christmas
presents.

The young boy had been dropped off on the way to her second job. He
was to use the money to buy presents for all his siblings and save
just enough to take the bus home.

He said he had not even entered the mall, when an older boy grabbed
one of the hundred dollar bills and disappeared into the night.

"Why didn't you scream for help?" I asked.

The boy said, "I did."

"And nobody came to help you?" I wondered.

The boy stared at the sidewalk and sadly shook his head.

"How loud did you scream?" I inquired.

The soft-spoken boy looked up and meekly whispered, "Help me!"

I realized that absolutely no one could have heard that poor boy cry
for help.

So, I grabbed his other hundred and ran to my car.

Any ideas on what I should buy with it?

VAPOR'S KITCHEN

SEASON'S GREETINGS FROM THE KITCHEN

The winter Solstice is upon us. It is time to burn the Yule log
and drink a cup of cheer.

I would like to wish all here at Anonyblog, old and young, left or right,
even the idiot who posted the Christmas wish list,

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Master Chef Vapor

A Christmas Wish List

I wish that Bear Boy and his clan of clowns would grow up!
I wish that anonyblog continues to grow and that Admin continues to learn of the clans clown crap and puts preventative measures in place to stop it!
I wish that we as a country would just wize up and nuke Syria as an example of how we deal with idiot turben head bastards that want to blow themselves up!
I wish that when we nuke Syria, North Korea is watching!
I wish the transition of power we just witnessed on Capital Hill really does work!
I wish that the stock market continues it's increases as the country needs to make some money.
I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, yes even the clan! Now grow up!

Admin for President

I pledge allegiance to Admin, owner of Anonyblog
and to Admin’s rules - for what they stand for, one blog on the web,
indivisible, with liberty and justice and freedom to post for all.

Mr. Ig could be Vice-pres?

Anonyblog working again

From what I can tell, things are back to normal. Enjoy it.

Please play nice.

Thank You Admin

Thanks for your efforts to fix the site.

There is a Santa Clause.

Problems with the web hosting company

The hosting company for Anonyblog did a server transition that caused many problems and the site was broken for a it.

Anonyblog is back operational now.

Reminder: Don't be stupid.

Update: Yes, I know the comments are broken.

VAPOR THE TERMINATOR

Young Kung-Fu Master Walker is finishing his chore of turdblowing a 25 acre perimeter around the Vaporcomplex.

He thinks to himself, “what a shitty job.”

Master Walker has cleared the way for the Vaporlair to be operational once again. Some systems have been compromised but all can be repaired. The Vaporhoverjet needs a good cleaning as does the Vapormobile. The super secret starship rocket silo is clear and in good working order. Master Walker Has completed his task and is entering the Vaporlair to see if Vapor has received any transmissions from the spy device placed at the TurdKaveKomplex.

“Any news Vapor?”

“Yes Master Walker, Come listen to this.”

Vapor plays the recordings of the transmissions from the TurdKave.

“What do you make of that Young Master Walker?”

“Well, it sounds like a bad joke about a charging rhino, and something else about killing 126,307 impalas. I also heard Indy talk about an Earth anus. What is an Earth anus?”

“I am not sure Master Walker, if it is what I think it is we are in danger again. You must contact Magogo and set up a meeting with His Excellency Kody R. Bear. We must share this information with him.”

Young Kung-Fu Master Walker leaves the Vaporlair and heads up to Vapor’s kitchen to find Jamima. When he finds Jamima he implores her to contact Magogo, give him this information and set up a meeting…………………………………….

A guy goes into an adult book store and asks for an inflatable Doll.

Guy behind the counter says, "Male or female?"
Customer says, "Female."
Counter guy asks, "Black or White?"
Customer says, "White."
Counter guy asks, "Christian or Muslim?"
Customer says, "What the hell does religion have to do with it?"
Counter guy says, "The Muslim one blows itself up."

KODYBEAR

"Yo Excellency! It's time. Dr. Westphal, he on de horn right now!", shouted Magogo.

"Yes Westphyn, is the airfield prepared?"

"As per your orders Excellency. The airfield was cleared by one million of the walking KodyBears armed with chainsaws. They have built a luxurious fortress on the former estate of Pablo Escobar. In addition they have decimated two hundred thousand hectares of Rain Forest for the coca plantation."

"How many new species of plant and animal life were destroyed?"

"Millions Your Radiance"

"Excellent. And the factory?"

"It is operating now Your Eminence. It is the largest in the world. We have already produced one hundred thousand kilos ready to be shipped to the US. I'm sure you will want a tour."

"Absolutely. Magogo! Start our descent to the airfield an be careful this is a very mountainous area"

"Uh, Yo Excellency what a bunch of trees doin way up here in de clouds?"

"Pull up you stupid bastard! Damn that was close! Can you not see that airstrip?"

Once the one thousand Strati Fortri were on the ground His Excellency deployed 100 billion Singing Dancing Macarena Monkeys to occupy the tree line around the plantation as gaurds. He marched triumphantly to the new palace accompanied by 200 billion walking KodyBears armed with bone saws and chain saws.

" So Yo Eminence Yo sayin we drug dealers now?"

"No Magogo. We're Drug Lords. There's a big difference. I don't quite understand it myself but here's the way it works. We sell drugs to the US government. They give the drugs to the black man. Now here's the funny part. They then ask the black man to sell the drugs back to them. When he does they charge him with a crime,run him through the court system and fine him thousands of dollars. In any case it will net us billions for our super sekret double triple top sekret preoject. And we hardly have to lift a finger."

"In dat case Yo Eminence can I have 200 of de monkeys for a personal project?"

"Whatever do you have in mind Magogo? Don't forget we must launch an attack on the turd cave."

"I wants to put together an orchestra to fart out de Pastoral Symphony by Ludwig Van Mozart."

"You asshole! It's Ludwig Van Beethoven and that's the most ludicrous idea I've ever heard! But I guess we do need to put on some kind of a Christmas concert for our child labor. Make it so. But it must be an outdoor performance. Lord knows only you could pull something like this off. Now lets get some rest. We must launch the attack when the B-29's return from delivering the first shipment."

"Yes Yo Eminence. Thank You Yo Radiance."

Wanna Dead Anonyblog?

There are those assholes…the Fatmouth Faction who advocate deleting Kody Klan posts because they find them uninteresting, or because they can’t tolerate the idea that someone would “masquerade behind a toy bear”.

This Fatmouth Faction breaks the POSTED rules of Anonyblog by deleting the posts of others. Admin (maybe inadvertently when he upgraded the software to movable type 3.33) removed the ability to “lock down your post” to prevent deletion. Admin has kept the ability of deleting the posts of others - although I don’t think he intended for anyone to delete another’s post. “DON”T BE STUPID”.

So… let’s all be STUPID…let’s delete EVERY post. Klan posts are not safe…Other posts are not safe.

Maybe Admin will remove the ability for post deletion!

All in favor …?

You are all worthless and weak

You need to do better.

Anonyblog
Comments: You are all worthless and weak

i'll certainly try sinse its so obvious
Posted by at December 6, 2006 1:01 PM

since
Posted by at December 6, 2006 1:02 PM

it's
Posted by at December 7, 2006 3:54 PM

I'll
Posted by at December 7, 2006 5:09 PM

I's sorry, massuh! I's gwine try do better! Please don beat me no mo, massuh!
Posted by at December 8, 2006 6:03 AM

The Lone Ranger was ambushed and captured by an enemy Indian war party.

The Indian Chief proclaims,
"So, you are the great Lone Ranger.
In honor of the Harvest Festival, you will be executed in three days.
Before I kill you, I grant you three requests.
What is your first request?"

The Lone Ranger responds,
"I'd like to speak to my horse."
The Chief nods and Silver is brought before the Lone Ranger,
who whispers in Silver's ear, and the horse gallops away.

Later that evening, Silver returns with a beautiful blonde woman on his back.
As the Indian Chief watches, the blonde enters t he Lone Ranger's tent
and spends the night.

The next morning the Indian Chief admits he's impressed.
"You have a very fine and loyal horse, but I will still kill you in two days.
What is your second request?"

The Lone Ranger again asks to speak to his horse. Silver is brought to him,
and he again whispers in the horse's ear.
As before, Silver takes off and disappears over the horizon.

Later that evening, to the Chief's surprise,
Silver again returns, this time with a voluptuous brunette, more attractive than the blonde.
She enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night.

The following morning the Indian Chief is again impressed.
"You are indeed a man of many talents,
but I will still kill you tomorrow.
"What is your last request?"

The Lone Ranger responds,
"I'd like to speak to my horse,....alone."
The Chief is curious, but he agrees, and Silver is brought to the Lone Ranger's tent.

Once they're alone, the Lone Ranger grabs Silver by both ears,
looks him square in the eye and says,

Listen very carefully
for....the....last....time I said.....

"BRING POSSE"

A few months ago, I was going through some trouble when it hit me how badly I had hurt someone I loved. I felt wretched and lost and I came here.

And I found someone who seemed to be hurt by someone who had acted liked me.
I apologized to this person.

This actually didn't solve much, because I had apologized to a stranger and this person had received an apology from a stranger, but it made me feel better.

But this doesn't happen here anymore.

Women always lose on Jepardy!!!!!

I have to post about a great gameshow I have been seeing for the last few months called Jeopardy! I have noticed that the men always beat the women. Usually there are two men and one woman and the woman always comes in last. That tells me that men are definitly smarter than women. The host mentioned once that the contestants had to take a test to get on the show. I bet a hundred camels that the women do not score enough in these pre-tests to really be on the show but for "political correctness" they let one woman with a higher score than the other women but lower than the men be on the show each time. But in the end the women always get beat with their lower intellect. Just think how this affects the world. Women have to be given jobs that they do not qualify for too. Well at least on this show we can see that they are stupid.

Le Champs Elysees,Niggraz!

Au chams elysees my nigga finna work dat shit

Yeah niigga dem champs elysees

SOUF DAKOTA"S FINEST NIGGAZ. FUCK ALL DEM SARCASTIC LOWLIFE WHITE FOLKZ AT ANONYBLOG! KODYBEAR! MAGOGO! WOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFAAABAGOOLA!!PEENISPEENISTESTICLESUTERUSPENISVAGINA!!!WOOBALLAWOOBALLA!

Jus be kiddin.Ha.Yall say wat challz finna say bout me.I know I be a stupid retrad.

VAPOR THE TERMINATOR

Deep under a fifty foot thick heap of girlturds
Vapor the Terminator, Young Kung-Fu Master Walker and Jamima put their heads together and try to come up with a way out of this shitty situation they have found themselves in. Master Walker speaks up,

“Lord Vapor”, Master Walker says while desperately gasping for air.

“Yes.” Vapor replies in a weak voice.

“We need to get out of the Vaporlair and breathe some fresh air”

“Yes Master Walker, have you any ideas?”

“Yes Vapor, You know that industrial sized snow blower we have?”

“Why yes Master Walker, tell me more.”

“I can convert it into a Turdblower and tunnel out of here.”

“Brilliant Master Walker, start on this project immediately. I will check the audio surveillance unit we installed at the TurdKave Komplex and see if any transmissions have been made. We both have work to do so let’s get to it.”

“Yes Sir, Vapor.” Said Master Walker in an eager voice.

“Lord Vapor, Master Walker?”

“What is it Jamima?”

“Would ya’ll like flapjacks or waffles for breakfast?”

“It doesn’t matter Jamima, It is not your fault but everything tastes like shit ever since Indy shot that girlturd bomb at us.”

“O.K. guys, I will cook some breakfast while you two get your work done. I’ll call you when it is done.”

“Thank you Jamima.” They both replied.

What information will Vapor gather? Will Master Walker be able to convert the snowblower into a Turdblower?
Time will tell………………………….

MAGOGO THE SINGING DANCING MACARENA MONKEY

Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey awoke during the night to see that the Strati Fortri were three quarters of the way to His Excellency's secret destination. He looked at the sleeping Bear-God and giggled. His tongue was hanging out and his upper fang was exposed over his lower lip. He just looked funny and the Monkey couldn't stop giggling. He turned his red inflamed babbon like anus in His Excellency's direction and began to flatulate slowly. At first produced a phisssssssh sound. He then ever so slightly tightened his monkey anus muscle to produce a trombone like timbre. As his laughter increased this turned into a staccato rhythm. For the finale he gritted his teeth and forced out a brilliant trumpet tone being sure to apply vibrato towards the end of his fart note. The entire production lasted about thirteen minutes. The KodyBear opened one eye.

"Where are we Magogo? What the... Goddamn! You filthy bastard!", he shrieked as he jumped out of his seat to give the monkey a savage charlie horse. They were both laughing hysterically now.

"Can I have some mo beans Mr. Taggert?"

"I'd say you've had enough", the Kody replied trying to sound like Slim Pickens.

"See Magogo you've completely buggered the cockpit now. But seriously we have a lot of work to do.You must not wake me again until we reach our destination. Here take this tape measure. When the little dot on the GPS is exactly one and one sixteenth inches from the big dot I must be notified. We must radio Dr. Westphyn. Your on a need to know basis now but then I will reveal my brilliant plan! We're going to be in business again!"

"What evah Yo say Yo Eminence."

I need help!!

My new boyfriend is just wonderful. He buys me things and takes me everywhere. He is exactly what I have been looking for...except...
When we have sex he makes me use vaseline and put it in my anus. Then he proceeds to fuck the shit out of my ass to the point that I am bleeding. He smacks my ass cheeks and when I complain he slaps them even harder and at the same time calls me a "fuckin stupid ass slut bitch!!". I am ready to leave him after each sesion but then he apologises and says it will not happen again and it always does.
We go to church every Sunday and spend time with my mom and dad. I love him in every way but his seual nature. How can I stop him from abusing me so bad when we have sex??? PLEASE HELP!!

INDY THE GREAT

Indy the Great is locked up in his turdthroneroom (pronounced as one word). Halifax the Bi-Curious Necromancer and Manservant, now fully recovered from the Big Turda disaster, has been banging on the door for an hour. The stench wafting out of the throneroom is unbearable. Finally Indy opens the door in a huff.

What the hell do you want?

Bad news, Lord Indy.

Come in. What is it, Halifax?

Well, it appears that the Kodybear and the Magogo were not on the hunting konkession after all.

What? Then what the hell were the 800 TRILLION skeleta killing there?

*cough* big game *cough*

What?

Big game, Lord.

BIG GAME? That was not a freaking vacation! It was a war! What did they kill?

126,037 impalae, three million rhinoi...

Do you know how to stop a rhino from charging, Halifax?

Pardon, Lord?

Do you know how to stop a rhino from charging?

Um, no, Sir?

Take away its credit card!

Pardon, Lord?

It's a joke, Halifax, a joke! A classic at that! Nevermind, faggot. In any case, I heard that Lord Vapor finally came out of the closet.

Oooh! Good for him!

Now, you were saying? Bad news?

Oh, yes. The bear and the monkey are flying with a fleet of Strati Fortri, to some unknown location.

No bother. I have another plan.

Another one?

Yes, Halifax. Are you familiar with Gaia Earth Theory?

No.

Developed by Dr. Lewis Thomas, it postulates that the Earth is literally a living organism.

Interesting.

And you know what all living organisms have to do?

*sigh* Yes, Lord Indy. They all have to poop.

Correct! I shall find the earthanus (pronounced as one word) of Gaia the Earth, and I shall have the earth itself poop onto the Kodybear, the Magogo, and Lord Vador! Not even the Vaporlair or the cleverest ruse by the bear can resist earthpoop (pronounced as one word)! Imagine! If volcanos are pimples, imagine what the earth would be like dumping out a big load!

Incredible. This is your greatest plan yet.

Indeed. Now go and work on this in the Labs. And don't you dare say anything about the stench in here. Is the mile thick dogpoop (pronounced as one word) shield still up?

Yes.

Then pronounce that all as one word.

VAPOR'S KITCHEN

TODAY’S RECIPE

A Seasonal Favorite

Beer Battered Homosexual with a side dish of Stuffed Post Deleter

What you will need:
2 or 3 lean faggots
(you will find these skinny, aids infected faggots at your local gay leather bar)
50lbs of all purpose flour
15-20 gallons of crappy beer- High Gravity will do fine
(do not waste good beer on this recipe, this would be alcohol abuse)
20 gallons of deep frying oil
2 fifty five gallon metal drums
1 chainsaw
1 shovel

Let’s get started:
Once you have located your faggots remove all faggot accessories such as, ass-less leather chaps, pinky rings, queer John Lennon style round glasses, etc. prepare for cooking
Use chainsaw to dismember faggots, season and set aside
Make beer batter in fifty five gallon drum using all purpose flour and crappy beer stirring with shovel
Place other fifty five gallon drum on fire add 20 gallons of oil, heat to 350 degrees
Batter faggot parts
When oil has reached cooking temperature fry parts 1 or 2 at a time, when done place on a large rack to drain
Repeat this process until all faggot parts are cooked

Serve with Stuffed Post Deleter (refer to recipe from earlier post)

Just in case you cannot find the recipe for Stuffed Post Deleter here it is:

STUFFED POST DELETER
What you will need
Broken rusty razor blades
Chopped and snipped barbed wire
Chainsaw chain
Wire brush heads
Large pine cones
Jalapeño peppers
Two quarts 50 weight motor oil
Tamping bar
One Post Deleter
First, hog-tie Post deleter
Using blade end of tamping bar enlarge rectal cavity
Use a 5-gallon bucket and mix all ingredients
Make sure to coat all ingredients with oil
Using tamping end of tamping bar cram all ingredients in rectal cavity
Leave some chainsaw chain hanging out for garnish

There you have it BEER BATTERED HOMOSEXUAL with a side dish of STUFFED POST DELETER

Thank You,
High Chancellor and Superhero
Master Chef Vapor

Vapor comes out!

Today I am liberating myself. I am casting the chains that have bound me aside.
I am gay. I am a divorced (twice) father of 3 and I want everyone to know that I am gay and proud of it. I am involved with a loving man who I have finally found some happiness with.
I will be calling my parents today and coming out to them also! Keep me in your thoughts as I accomplish this tough task.

High Master Chef Vapor

WELL I'LL BE

Welcome Back Rather Enjoyable

I am happy to read your post. It has been a while since your last post. I was hoping that the subject matter would be different but you prove once again that all that you can do is pat yourself on the back.

How could you possibly know who makes what comments? Are you the all knowing Oracle? You (the anti-Klan) are extremely full of shit. Where are these “slaps on the hands” as you call them? If Admin did not want certain posts on his web-site he would delete them. He periodically comes in and does this. When this action is taken the “Klan” posts remain thus indicating that they are acceptable.

I have also had the pleasure of communicating with site Admin and the only reason that you (anti-Klan) are not restricted is because he enjoys the controversy. He has obviously made some changes in the way the site is moderated. These changes have made it difficult for you and your kind to delete the posts of others. Granted it can still be done and the “Klan” is at the mercy of the post deleter. Admin says that he considers you and your kind like gnats on his ass, just annoying. Causing trouble and never posting anything of substance or interesting. And as you pointed out, taking the good with the bad is better than letting you destroy a good web-site.

It is my impression that your encouragement of others to delete posts is not something that Admin approves of. This action goes against his wishes. He has clearly asked those who post here not to delete the posts of others. When you delete posts that you do not approve of you are breaking the rules. Your idea of checks and balances is distorted. What retribution could one possibly suffer at this web-site? Having ones post deleted by Admin if he does not approve of it?

“Post freely.” “Don’t be Stupid.” This is what Admin asks. This is not difficult to honor.

In closing I would like to thank the post deleter for spelling “Kody” and “Klan” correctly. This, in a strange way, demonstrates respect. I do appreciate that. Additionally, I would like to thank the post deleter for once again making an ass out of itself. I really enjoyed the post.

Rather enjoyable

Yes, its rather enjoyable watching the Kody Klan scramble about anonyblog making their tired dreary posts and Kommenting (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) to one another.
On two different occasions I have had the distinguished pleasure in talking with Admin, Michael about this site. You may wonder why he allows Kody (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) and Klan (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) to Kontinually (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) post and get by with simple slaps on the hands when they venture outside the rules as they often do. The answer is because because he knows by restricting them (Kody Klan) (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) that it will only Kause (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) them to ramp up their assaults and even possibly damage the site. He does not Kare (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) to repair their damage as the time required to keep them in check is substantially less demanding. He looks at them as a kind of necessary evil somewhat like the microscopic dust mites that live in and on all of us. He does this because every once and a while a post will be made that really shows what anonyblog is all about. Granted they are few and far between yet they do happen. That's why Admin deals with the Krap (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan), takes the bad with the good, etc.
Yes, you are safe in deleting kody bear and kody clan posts. Admin removed the "Power Editing" feature because it came that way with the upgrade. No one will suffer any retribution from Admin for deleting the (Kody Bear and Kody Klan) (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) offending posts. I know this because I have asked Admin about it. So I say when you are able go ahead and delete the posts and help keep things in check. After all, all the Kody Bear and the Kody Klan (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) will do is post more drivel and asinine Komments (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) as always. Their Komplaints (Edit note C changed to K by Kody clan) fall on deaf ears and that I find rather enjoyable.

the style editor is a fucking bitch who doesn't understand design. fantastic. also, i've been sitting and waiting for the greater portion of 8 hours and i'm fucking tired of it.

I am PWNED.

KODYBEAR

His Esteemed Eminence Excellency Kody R Bear awakened to find his B-29 Strato Fortress,piloted by Magogo,in a steep dive. He looked over to find Magogo asleep and gave him a violent punch to the head knocking the empty High Gravity beer can out of his hand. He glanced at the radar and noticed the other 1000 Strati Fortri piloted by Macarena monkeys were in pursuit.

"What the hell is the matter with you Magogo? Your the lead pilot for a $150,000,000 worth of equipment! Are you trying to kill us all? Why does everything have to be so difficult? If your going to drink at least use the damn auto pilot! Now where are we?"

"We half way to where eva yo set de GPS. See de little dot? Dat is us",Magogo said defensively.

"You had better watch your tone with me",the Bear said,reaching for the baseball bat. Suddenly an alarm sounded from his Laptop and video feeds from the hunting concession began filling the screen. Billions of rather well uniformed Skeleta were running amok,killing everything in site. Hippos,Eland,Water buck,Impala,Babboons,Zebra all were being slaughtered. His Excellency watched horrified as his pet warthog,Pumba,was slaughtered.

"The muther fuckers",he growled. "It looks as if your intelligence was good. But it's just a set back my boy! Now Radio the other planes and make sure the Walking KodyBears are ready to deploy on my command. Don't worry Magogo this adversary is formidable but he will make a mistake sooner or later. In fact he has already made some."

"What Yo mean by dat Yo Radiance?"

"Open your eyes and look Monkey! He is not thinking rationally.One,he almost killed himself with Big Turda. Two, he thinks we are still on the concession. Three,he is beginning to make spelling errors as well. A sure sign of weakness! Now wake me when the little dot gets close to the big dot on the GPS and I shall reveal my plan. By the way Magogo where did you learn how to fly?"

He thought about his Masters query and replied,"I duzzent rightly know Yo Excellency."

Ricky Finklestein

[Nude picture deleted by the Admin]

Wow look at all the new posters and interesting new posts!!

Wow since Admin made it to where we couldn't protect our posts from being deleted look at all the new posters and posts. Indy, Kody and Vapor to name a few!!! This blog is far from dead!!!

INDY THE GREAT

Indy the Great weakly dips into and out of a coma. When he slips out of it, he sees bright lights, and the unmistakable handlebar-mustached face of his personal physician, Dr. Eastphal, the evil twin of the Kodybear's Dr. Westphal. After several hours of this, Indy is completely alert. Dr. Eastphal looks at him nervously and slaps him in the face.

Ouch! What the bloody hell!

Oops! Sorry, Mr. Indy. I had ot make sure you were really awake.

I see. What has happened here? Is that Halifax lying on the next hospital bed?

You set off Big Turda, Mr. Indy, and the blast was so great that it knocked you and Halifax out and burst your eardrums. Only several hours of high-quality (pronounced as one word) emergency surgery by yours truly was able to reconstruct the eardrums so that you can hear again.

You are a genius, Eastphal! And Halifax?

He will be fine. I have him on a girlturd IV and he should recover by this afternoon.

Brilliant! Now, what are the results of Big Turda?

Good and bad, Mr. Indy. It shook up the Vaporlair (pronounced as one word) pretty badly, leaving a 50 foot thick layer of girlturds. Unfortunately, the Vapor's forcefield (pronounced as one word) kept it from total destruction. The most important parts are intact. And, unfortunately, Jamima and Boy Wonder survived.

Curses! And the 800 trillion skeleta warriors? Have they yet reached the hunting kamp of the Kodybear and the Magogo?

They are one mile away, Lord Indy. I was waiting for your command to send them in for the actualy assault.

Then send them! Now!

Very well, Sir. Shall I pronounced the order as one word?

Do you have to ask?

At that same moment, in his South Afrikan Hunting Kamp, the Kodybear is enjoying bear porn, when all of a sudden, the earth begins to tremble to the rhythm of a march. The Kodybear and the Magogo look at each other, stop touching themselves, and become frightened. Very frightened.

For outside of the Kamp, 800 trillion skeleta, all wielding swords and enchanted, are closing in...

(all pronounced as one word)

You are all worthless and weak

You need to do better

KODYBEAR

Magogo the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey rushes down the hall to his master's room at the Miekles Hotel and bangs on the door. He here's crashing noises,growling and squealing coming from His Excellency's room.

"Not now Magogo! I'm having company!",he growled sounding out of breath.

"We's gwine to be unda attack agin soon Yo Excellency",the monkey replied in a panicked voice.

His Eminence threw the door open and Magogo saw what appeared to be two very attractive but very dead prostitutes on the bed. He'd seen it before.

"Annuder accident Yo Eminence? I guess you ain't in de Christmas spirit yet. Why Yo got's to act like dis? Why can't you just go to a campground like udder Bears? Yo needs a shower Yo Eminence! Yo looks like a used tampon!"

"Yes. A pity. I uh,I really liked them you know but I am what I am. You know that. Shut the door! What about this attack? I need numbers Magogo!"

"Ain't got no numbus but de skelta things is a porin out de Turd Kave. He got an air force too. He stop at nuffin to capture me. We gwine to leave now?"

"Yes Magogo. Don't we always when we're cornered? Oh, are you hungry my boy? Help yourself because I'm full.Then meet me at the airport."

When he arrived he saw the largest bomb he had ever seen being loaded onto his master's personal B-29. There were other strange bombs being loaded as well that appeared to have Teflon casings. Once Magogo had them all safely airborne and the GPS coordinates given to him by the Kody he ask about the bomb.

"I thought you would never ask", His Excellency squeaked. That Magogo is the Tsar Bomba. It's the largest nuclear bomb ever made. It has a fifty megaton yield! I got it from the Russian Atomic Museum. The others are hydrofluoric acid bombs. The acid will dissolve bone! It's so corrosive that it can only be kept in Teflon!"

"Sound like Bunk to me. Where we gwine Yo Excellency?"

"I'm sorry Magogo. You know I can't compromise our position to the enemy. Just fly the plane. Become the plane. It's a long trip."

WELCOME BACK POST DELETER

Post Deleter! We are so pleased to see you back! We kind of missed you what with everything going on. Were you having some kind of a problem yes? My life has not been without problems so I completely understand the neglect of your duties here. You know I've had my hands full with this maniac Indy the Great always attacking me before I can even get established in my new complex. And of course as you well know Magogo,who sends his regards, is a high maintenance Monkey if there ever was one. Can't let that one out of your site for very long what? Thus I really haven't had time to mention you. But I assure you that your association with me alone will bring you the fame you so much desire. Follow me silently and I will give you life! Ask my permission and you may speak! My Spiritual leader and chief advisor Dr. Warren Wesphyn seems to harbor stronger feelings about you and he's right in what he says but really,all things considered,life here would be no fun without you.

Sincerely,

His Esteemed Radiance Benevolence Kody Bear

THE POST DELETER TAKES ELEPHANT PENIS UP THE ASS

AT THE SAME TIME HE LICKS THE FAMILY DOG'S FURRY LITTLE GONADS

VAPOR THE TERMINATOR

It is early morning just before dawn. Vapor and Young Kung-Fu Master Walker board the Vaporhoverjet, They fire of the engines and take off. Jamima is monitoring the mission from the Vaporlair and will relay and intelligence to Magogo as soon as she has it.

The Vaporhoverjet is equipped with a 15.7 mega pixel digital video camera with optical zoom. The craft also has sensory equipment to detect defense weapons and weapons of mass destruction. Over night Vapor has loaded one of his many super secret defense weapons onboard the Vaporhoverjet. This weapon will keep them safe while on the recon mission.

Master Walker enters the GPS coordinates that Jamima got from Magogo to lead them to the Turd Kave Komplex. Within minutes they are less than 500 miles from the complex. Using the optical zoom Master Walker can see hundreds of miles forward. What he sees on his monitor screen astounds him. It appears to be a giant dog turd with undead skeletal-mania coming out of one end. He tells Vapor what he has observed,

“Lord Vapor?”

“Yes, Master Walker”

“It looks like INDY has turned the Kody Kave into a giant turd and a mass army of skeletal-mania is pouring out of the opening, Sir.”

“Good work Master Walker, we will fly in for a closer look. But first let’s deploy our auditory and visual cloaking device. This will keep us from being detected.”

“Executing your command now Vapor. We are now cloaked.”

“Excellent, now to…… good god, what is that stench? It smells like 1000 great danes have taken a shit in the cockpit. This is unbearable, I feel sick. Are you alright Master Walker?”

“Yes Vapor, but I must inform you that we are losing power in engines two and four they seem to be clogged with flies.”

“Master Walker we must make a hasty retreat. Take the controls and fly us out of here, I am feeling very bad. The stench is …………… BARRRFFFFF! Oh no I have puked in my helmet.”

“I will get us out of here Vapor, hang in there.”

Young Kung-Fu Master Walker turns the Vaporhoverjet and limps away on two engines. They have gathered enough information to make the recon mission a success. Master Walker wonders if the armies of skeletal warriors will be coming for them. When they get back he must deploy the force-field which will make the Vaporlair impenetrable. A stop at the local grocery store for provisions is a good idea also. A one year supply should do it. They should be able to defend themselves with the many secret weapons at hand.

Vapor and Master Walker are on their final approach to the Vaporlair launch pad. They are seconds away from landing when Jamima contacts them on the communication system,

“Lord Vapor, Lord Vapor!”

“Yes what is it Jamima”

“There is a contact on the radar, it is extremely far away but it is moving at an incredible rate and headed right for the Vaporlair. I think we are being attacked!”

“Yes, I see, take all necessary measures to defend the Vaporlair. Deploy the force field and the Turd-seeking Sidewinder Turd Terminating missiles. Activate the missiles to fire when the contact is in range. We are landing right now.”

“Yes Sir, Lord Vapor, it is done. Hurry up and get in inside. I have a feeling this is not going to be good.”

Vapor and Master Walker run across the launch pad towards the Vaporlair. Just as they are opening an entry in the force field with the super special force field entry opener, the Turd-seeking Sidewinder Turd Terminating missiles are launched. The ground shakes as they lift off. The sky suddenly turned black, two maybe three seconds pass and there is the most gargantuan explosion that one has ever experienced. It registered 10.9 on the Vapor-rictor-scale. Evidently the Turd-seeking missiles had caused a mid-air explosion of some kind.

The Vaporlair has taken a devastating hit. There is a 50 foot thick pile of girlturds 5 miles in diameter spreading out from the epicenter. All is not lost as the force field has protected Vapor’s home and the Vaporlair.

“Master Walker, I need a damage report right away.”

“Yes Sir, right away.”

“Vapor?”

“Yes Master Walker.”

“Sir, we are in deep shit!”

“Master Walker, break out the gasmasks we are going to need them. We have a lot of work to do. This has got to be the biggest mess that I have ever seen.”

yo tengo chalupas

i forget how to pluralize spanish words.

You feel a strange mental acuity

Beholder eyes taste bad.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Yes. I am lazy.

Absolute bunk and then even more bunk

Look at the posts below, absolute crap! I cannot think these were really written by adults. What kind of person writes such bunk? What is the point of the stories? Do these three individuals own this site? Are they even different people? Seriously, what is the point? I can tell you one thing for sure, it's not blogging. This place has hardly any page rank, now I see why.

VAPOR THE TERMINATOR

Twilight falls upon the Vaporlair as Vapor is putting the finishing touches on the maintenance of the Vaporhoverjet. In Vapor’s kitchen Jamima and Young Kung-Fu Master Walker await Master Chef Vapor’s return. Vapor has been roasting a rack of prime rib and it is almost done. Jamima has been preparing the side dish for the evening meal, pole beans and potatoes boiled with pork jowl. The smell of roasting beef and the peppery smell of pork jowl was enough to make you drool on yourself.

Vapor removes the roast from the oven and tests it for doneness with his handy meat thermometer. 145 degrees, perfect, after the standing time of 15 min. the internal temperature should rise to 155. That would be medium rare. He informs Young Master Walker and Jamima that dinner would be ready in 15 min.

The three sit down for a delicious prime rib dinner. After enjoying their meal the three discuss the mission to Boston. The Vaporphone sounds off. Master Walker answers it and hands the phone to Jamima,

“Hello, this is Jamima”

“Yo Jamima, dis be Magogo. Wassup Wit chu mama?”

“Well, not much really, we just finished dinner. Can I be of service to you Magogo?”

“I be glad you axed mama. My masta is wantin yo mastsa to get sum info on dat INDY dude. You no what I’m sayin? Like fly dat big ole jet he got around da toid kave an get sum pics an stuff. You no what I’m sayin?”

“Magogo my dear, I’m sure Lord Vapor will be happy to help you out. I will speak with him about this and get back with you, O.K.?

“Aight mama, gimme a shout soon. I be waitin on yo fine ass.”

“Oh Magogo, flattery will get you everywhere. Call you back soon. Bye.”

Magogo hangs the phone up and thinks to himself, I doesn’t no what dat bitch is talking about, but she sho is one fine bitch.
Jamima hangs up and thinks to herself, that sho nuf is one fine stud monkey.

Jamima goes to Vapor and explains what is going on and Vapor agrees to fly a recon mission to the Turdkave. Vapor tells Jamima to call Magogo back and tell him she will bring him the intelligence as soon as she can.

Vapor summons Young Kung-Fu Master Walker and tells him to be ready for the mission by the morning.

KODYBEAR

The KodyBear stood on the tarmac and watched as the 1000 B-29's came into view. The first in the line made an erratic approach,touched down hard and skidded off the edge of the runway. He instinctively knew that Magogo was at the controls. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the monkey fall down the steps leading to the ground. Magogo ran to the Kody,got down on his knees and began kissing his master's feet and sobbing.

"Oh,Yo Eminence! Pleeze doan send de Magogo away like dat eva again. I duz anything Yo want's Yo Excellency."

"Really? Then we have an understanding? Well you know what I want Magogo and I'm going to want it a lot."

Magogo thought about Jamima. What would she think if she knew of the unspeakable acts that he would have to perform for His Excellency. Feeling that he had no choice he hung his head and said in a soft voice "Yes Yo Eminence."

"Good Magogo. You shall enjoy my protection. I don't think you would like being a prisoner in the Turd Kave. Wesphyn tells me conditions there are deplorable. Now see here Magogo. Tell me more of this Valdor or whatever he calls himself. Would he be able to spy on the Turd Kave? Didn't you say he had some kind of a fast jet? We need accurate intelligence,maybe some aerial image-likenesses yes?" The Kody began to squeal and squirm while leering at the monkey.

"I knows how to get in touch with his negroidal woman servant but I ain't nevah seen him",Magogo said in an uncomfortable tone,eyeing the Bear suspiciously.

"Then do it. You may go now Magogo. Your room is 303 at the Meikles. You may expect a visit from me later."

INDY THE GREAT

Indy the Great sits in his turdthroneroom (pronounced as one word). He has been pacing the floor all night, and has gone without food and water for 48 hours. Something, something indeed, is on Indy's mind. Enter stage right, Halifax the Bi-Curious Manservant and Necromancer. Halifax speaks first.

Lord Indy, shall I be the first to say what we all already know?

Speak, Halifax. Speak

Well, your Perfectness, it seems the Turd-Empire (pronounced as one word) is crumbling. We have war on two fronts with the Kodybear and the Vapor. Our plan with Magugu the Agent-Provakateur (pronounced as one word) Professor has failed and he is dead. The Magogo is back with the Kodybear. Ghostservant ad Espionage Agent Leroy Cleophus Washington has succumbed to his taste for fried chicken and watermelon in Lord Vapor's Lair. It seems all is lost.

Indy paces around a bit more, poots, then says: All is not lost, Halifax! I will be a leader brave and strong! How many skeleta-minia (pronounced as one word) have we now?

Well, Master, I have been raising more from the dead, knowing that a great showdown is coming. At the present time, we have 999 trillion skeleta warriors.

Indy chokes on his drink and does a spit-take (pronounced as one word).

999 trillion? Good Lord! That is ridiculous!

Yes it is, Lord, but we must outnumber the Vapor and the Kodybear.

Very well then. Now, I have heard that the Kodybear got his hands on some Turdbuster (pronounced as one word) bombs. What is our plan to prevent the Kave from being obliterated?

Halifax rubbed his hands together delightedly.

Well, Indy the Greatest, I have devised a great plan to overcome the Turdbusters and the Saniflush Kannons. I am building a shell around the Kave of dogpoop (pronounced as one word).

Dogpoop (pronounced as one word)??

Yes, dogpoop (pronounced as one word). You know how dogpoop (pronounced as one word) sits in the yard and becomes rock hard after a day or so, impenetrable to all manmade (pronounced as one word) devices?

Blimey, you're right! The stuff DOES become hard. Halifax, you are brilliant! Now, if we could just figure out a way to kidnap the Magogo...

THREE CHEERS TO ADMIN

HIP, HIP, HOORAY

It seems as though Admin is sweeping the entries on a somewhat regular basis. This is changing the author from anon to anonymous thus making it impossible to delete them. There is a short period of time when the posts are vulnerable but this is not a problem. By keeping a record of your post one only has to cut and paste a re-post if the almighty post deleter strikes.

The price we pay for this is not being able to edit ones post. Just make sure that your posts are correct when you enter them. Proofreading for grammar and spelling errors is quite simple. Additionally, proofreading presents the educated Anonyblog reader with a more refined reading experience.

Hats off to Admin for excellent moderation of Anonyblog.

SOUF DAKOTA

YEAH SHAWTY NIGGA DIS BE ME AND MINE SOUF DAKOTA CREW FA LYF. YALL WYT HATAZ BACK OFF CUZ WE DA FINEST NIGGAZ YALL NEVER AINT SEEN. SOUF DAKOTA REPRESENTIN SIOUX FALLS AND PIERRE. WE DA ONLIEST NIGGAZ IN TOWN, BUT WE LYK DAT. ONE AT A TIME, YOU KNO WUT IM SAYIN? YOU FEEL ME, DA? DAZZWAZZUP NIGGA! WE NIGGAZ! FUCK DATSHIT! CRACKRAZ AINT HATE ON ME AND MINE NIGGRAZ AND ME AND MINE NIGGRAZ DONT HATE ON CHALLZ!

BULLSHIT

If the post deleter is in fact Admin; why didn't he go ahead and delete the "Kody- Dude, I gotta tell ya -Vapor" posts? Can you answer that? This is Admin's site and he will do damn well what he pleases with it. The users of this site that do not understand this need to get a clue.

I have no problem with how this site is moderated. My only suggestion to Admin would be to not give access to any post editing or password changing processes. That way there would be no deleting of posts and the password would never be changed.

I think that the Admin enjoys observing what takes place on his web-site. The ability to make your posts delete proof has taken away from the fun that can be had here. The Admin enjoys watching posters like the one below get pissed off about something as simple as a stupid web-log.

Administrator is post deleter!!!

Attention everybody!! The post deleter is Admin because he just changed the format to where you cannot keep posts from being deleted!!! He is the contol freak!!!! Can you belive it. Someone just posted on how to keep posts from being deleted and there was a nasty comment aimed at the OP and then day fucking later Adminstrator changes the setting s and ... you cannot keep posts from being deleted anymore. THIS SITE IS DEAD!! Kody and vapor own it now for sure!!

NATIONAL LIBERAL DYKE HAGS SEND MEN TO HELL MONTH!!

Feminazi gun sows, Pamela and Deb, armed with feminazi hate orders and 9mm weapons, spent the morning out rounding up MEN to be sent to hell. In case you missed it this is "Domestic Violence Month," a time when gangs of blue gun thugs make a special attempt to destroy marriages and send more men to hell than usual. In Seattle the lesbo bitches of the blue gun thugs have false warrants for the arrest of 168 men for the faux feminist hate complaints called "domestic violence." As regular readers of The Truth According to Bob are aware, the so-called crime of "domestic violence" is a feminazi hate industry utilizing fear and victimology to terrorize females, control legislatures, and send good men to hell. For more on the faux crime of "domestic violence" read Cleansing our Society of evil.

In city after city the evil men-hating blue gun thugs are celebrating for they get massive funding from the federal government under the VAWA. October is National Domestic Violence Awareness month, an excuse to participate in an orgy of violence against men who is often a victim of his wife's violence, or has defended his children from her violence.

Among the "criminals" that lesbo bitches in blue Pamela and Deb are trying to send to hell is a MAN named Richard. Read story. His case stems from a charge of "obstructing in a domestic violence investigation." In civilian language, the blue gun thugs beat him up, and he hasn't yet spent 6 months in a cage for being beaten. Richard's case demonstrates the lies, beatings, fictions, and hate, the blue gun thugs put out, with the aid of a gullible media.

Forty years ago there was a tongue-in-cheek saying "when you get in trouble, call a hippie." When someone comes to your door to destroy your family, hurt your children and ruin your life it will not be your neighbor, nor will it be a hippie. When someone comes to your door it will be someone like Pamela and Deb, gun thugs in blue suits, armed with lies, guns, and hatred of men. They will pretend that they are protecting families while they are working every day to destroy families and hurt children. Good men got along throughout all of human history without the blue gun thugs. They were only invented in the last part of the 19th century by oppressive tyrannical governments to control and destroy free men. They protect nobody. They kill many. They destroy families. Decent citizens would all be far better off without them.

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The maintenance is complete.

Please don't be stupid.

Maintenance

Anonyblog will be closed for a bit while I do some maintenance.

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KODYBEAR

Hallucinatory Productions Invoice #02

100 billion walking Kodybears armed with bone saws $16,000,000
100 billion walking Kodybears armed with chainsaws $27,000,000
1000 surplus B-29 Bombers $50,000,000
3000 turd busters $7,500,000
100 billion Singing Dancing Macarena Monkeys $10,000,000
600 billion lysol grenades $60,000
600 billion cans of comet bathroom cleaner $65,000
1000 cesna crop dusters $20,000,000
600,000,000 cans Renzit air freshener $63,000

$130,688,000

His Esteemed Excellency Kody R Bear squealed in delight as he looked over the invoice. One item confused him.
He immediately dialed Hallucinatory productions and asked for Dr. Warren Westphal.

Is there a problem with the invoice Your Excellency?

No. Not at all. But what is this charge for 7.5 million? What the hell is a turd buster?

Your Excellency It's similar to a bunker buster. It Will be quite effective on the Turd Kave.

I was hoping to preserve the Kave Komplex Dr. Wesphyn.

That is out of the question Your Eminence. It's completely buggered now. People have complained about the stench up to ten miles away. Now if you have no further concerns we can discuss the shipping costs and arrangements. Yes?

Just how bad are you screwing Kody Bear Enterprises on this deal Doctor? I mean ten million seems a little high for the monkeys considering that we own all of the Macarena Monkey factories. Let me assure you that if my accountant uncovers any disloyalty on your part that the outcome will be gloomy at best. So don't try and fuck me over on the shipping. Send everything here in the B-29's. As you know,because of Magogo's loyalty,I have an excellent relationship with His Excellency Robert G. Mugabe. You may instruct the Singing Dancing Macarena Monkey pilots to land at Harare International Airport. I've got a plan to take over and occupy some lofty historical landmark prior to launching my attack against Indy The Great and his Skeletal Minia or whatever he calls it. Which reminds me I don't see any AA batteries on your invoice. I shall assume that they are complementary. Free of charge. Free.

Well Your Eminence that is a considerable amount of mon---

Silence! Perhaps you wil be more careful with your business practices in the future!

Your sounding more like yourself every day Your Radiance. The batteries are free of charge.

And the sekret weapon?

We're working on it 24/7 Your Esteemed Excellency. But we failed to calculate the amperage requirements needed in the Macarena Monkey circuitry and to tell you the truth we-----

Silence again! This organization will not tolerate failure! Get it together! And send someone to check up on Magogo! No! Strike that. I want him on the first B-29 that lands here. Do whatever you have to. Tell him he will have a room at the Miekles and a night on the town at my expense. Tell him to call me. Do I make myself clear?

Yes Your Benevolence. Will there be anything else?

Yes. I want you to find out everything you can about someone named Matt Miller. He may or may not be a key player in the events unfolding here. I need to know everything. I need more image-likenesses as well.

Yes Your Benevolence. I will take care of it.

VAPOR THE TERMINATOR

Young Kung-Fu Master Walker and Jamima return from Boston feeling successful. Eager to report to Lord Vapor they hurry across the launch pad after landing the Vaporhoverjet. Master Chef Vapor is busy preparing Jamima’s favorite dish,

She exclaims,
“Master Walker, do you smell what I am smelling?”

“Why yes Jamima, it must be southern fried chicken, your favorite.”

They both are famished after the mission to take out Magugu and are ready for a good meal. Vapor has laid out quite a spread. Fried chicken, watermelon and Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull.

After Jamima and Young Master Walker get cleaned up and change into some comfortable clothes. The three meet in Vapor’s kitchen. The aroma of fried chicken is heavy in the air.

Just then an alarm is activated down in the Vaporlair.

“Master Walker?”

“Yes Lord Vapor.”

“Go and see what that alarm is sounding off about”

“Yes sir, I will be right back with a report”

As Kung-Fu Master Walker enters the Vaporlair he sees that the Ectoplasm detector is going crazy. The indicator meter is red-lined. This could mean only one thing; a ghost is in the complex. Master Walker returns to Vapors kitchen to report his findings.

“Lord Vapor?”

“Yes Master Walker”

“Lord Vapor, the situation is critical; the Ectoplasm detector has detected the presence of a ghost in the complex.”

“Yes, this is serious. Go and bring me those cans of ghost repellant that we purchased from Repellents are Us, we may need them.”

After a short absence Master Walker returns with three spray cans of Ghost repellant. Unknown to Master Walker Leroy Cleophus Washington ghostservant was floating along the ceiling right behind him, as he enters Vapor’s kitchen Vapor calls out,

“Quick, throw me a can of that ghost repellant you are being followed by a negroidal spook!”

Master Walker throws Vapor a can of repellant. Just as he is about to deploy the repellant Cleophus shrieks,

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssss, I smells some gooooooooooooooooood eeeeeeeaaaaaaaats. Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaassssssse don’t sprrrrrraaaaay meeeeeeeeeeee.”
“Is dat waaaaaaaaateeeeeermeeeeelllllllllooooooon aaaaaaaaaand friiiiieeeeed chiiiiiiiiiiickeeeeeeeeeen?”

Vapor speaks to the spook,

“Who in the hell are you? And when you answer me cut the shrieking out.”

“M-M-M-M-My name is Leroy Cleophus Washington and I have been sent here by INDY THE GREAT to spy on you. But you caught me. The smell of that fried chicken takes me back to the days before that GOD-DAMN Magogo monkey beat my head in with a baseball bat. I can’t eat anything but I would be mighty thankful if you would let me hang out for a while. It smells sooooooooooooo gooooooooooooood in heeeeeeeeeeere.”

“Alright Leroy, we wont spray you with ghost repellant on one condition, when you leave here you will go back to INDY and give him a message for me.”

“Yes sir, I will do that for you. But INDY is gonna be mad at me.”

The four of them sat down to a great meal of fried chicken, watermelon and Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull. After eating their fill Vapor prepared the message for Cleophus to take with him. It said (pronounced as one word),

“INDYyoucannotdefeteusaswehavemanysekretweaponstouseonyoubeware”

Cleophus leaves and heads back to the TurdKave where INDY awaits his return.

Dude, I gotta tell ya…

Last night I was heading out to the campus for an all night party when on may way there I saw that monkey again, the one I meet in the pawn shop, goes by the name Magogo. Well, I watched for a while because it was funny, he was staggering around, falling down, I mean this monkey was DRUNK. He’d stand up, waver around a little and zigzag back and forth down the street vomiting on himself. Dude, it was grotesque. Well I started to feel sorry for the monkey so I asked him if he needed help, if he needed a friend. I could BEARLY make out what he was saying, so I told him he could go to the party with me and he burped out something that sounded like a yes.

I found a garden hose nearby and hosed him down to get as much of the vomit off. That made him feel a little better, you know, not stinking! When we got to the party I told everyone “This is Magogo, he is my best friend, I would like everyone to treat him like a king”. That apparently boosted the monkey’s self esteem. He started talking about some bear called Kody and how this Kody Bear was his life long master, but the monkey explained how he was thinking the bear was trying to ditch him by sending him to Boston to study music while his master was out hunting in Africa.

As the night wore on, Magogo got involved with Tim and Ed who had given Magogo six hits of acid, I think it was purple micro dot, anyway, dude I gotta tell ya, Magogo’s mind was TRIPPING dude. He stated singing some kind of Macarena song and singing about killing the Kody Bear. So I gave him an 8oz glass of Wild Turkey and had him chug it. Next I got him doing bong hits and then he put out some kind of pipe from his vest and said he was smoking cable, whatever that is, and that’s when his eyes rolled back in to his head. I stated to tell him that he shouldn’t be singing songs of killing the Kody Bear because the bear was his friend and was only trying to help the monkey. Dude, the monkey sat straight up, looked at me and “thank you, you be right, he be my master, I kin neva hurt em” and then Magogo picked up a guitar and played this most beautiful tune that reminded me of a Johnny Winter song.

When he got done playing, he ran out of the place as fast as he could…go figure.

Y'all Foolz Be Racist!

Why y'all white folkz be hatin on me an' mine niggaz? Fuck dat shit y'all. I be reppin da big Souf Dakota and dazzwazzup. Y'all hataz best be backin' of, aight? If y'all got me and mine Souf Dakota niggaz backz, den y'all straight, but otherwise y'all diz aint no place for no nigga hatraz. I know I aint speak English good, but I ain't graduate from school, cuz I be hustlin and dazwazzup. I be a hustlin ass nigga and thaz wat yall white folks be jealous of. Aight?

SOUF DAKOTA,REPPIN PIERRE FA LYF! MOUNT RUSHMORE BE WHERE ALL MY NIGGAZ STAY AT.HOLLA AT CHA BOI TWO-TONE!

This site is dead!!

Well I hope you two idiots are proud of yourselves. Now the only ones reading your insane drivel are you two. Fuck you both and too bad for the people who used to post here. See ya!!

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Ricky Finklestein

I love him.

What is it with this site?

This used to be a cool site, and now all I see is joke entries. Even worse, I see people who LOVE the joke entries. This site used to be cool, but now it's just full of monkey penis, magogo, kodybear and some other bullshit.