issue #02 pdf - Razorcake
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The Dinghole Reports<br />
By the Rhythm Chicken<br />
(Commentary by Francis<br />
Funyuns)<br />
[Edited by Dr. Sicnarf]<br />
[Excuse me. Please allow me to<br />
introduce myself. I'm Dr. Sicnarf. I<br />
have a degree in mathematics and<br />
currently hold down four jobs having<br />
nothing to do with math, whatsoever.<br />
Somehow, that qualifies<br />
me to edit the written words of... a<br />
bird. I would like to apologize for<br />
my limited input in the Chicken's<br />
last column. He and Francis can<br />
tend to horde the spotlight at<br />
times... - Dr.S.]<br />
Outta my way, Sicnarf! Go shove<br />
that sliderule up your dinghole or<br />
something! How dare you start my<br />
column without me. What is this,<br />
the Differential Equations<br />
Reports? Now you've gone and<br />
ruined my big ding-tweaking<br />
introduction. Next thing you know,<br />
Gary Coleman will show up.<br />
[Hi everybody! - G.C.]<br />
GET HIM OUTTA HERE! He's<br />
24<br />
got no business<br />
This installment is dedicated to those special moments when chicken meets cop.<br />
Like matter and anti-matter, they clash on the field of battle!<br />
invading MY Dinghole Reports!<br />
Francis, I thought you secured all<br />
the entrances.<br />
(I guess I forgot to take the doggie-door<br />
into consideration, Mr.<br />
Chicken. - F.F.)<br />
Alright, men. Empty your dingholes.<br />
I wanna make sure we ain't<br />
got no more stowaways!<br />
(Wow, you really ARE from<br />
Wisconsin! - F.F.)<br />
[Uh, guys? I think Todd is waiting<br />
for some material here. - Dr. S.]<br />
Fine then. Is it too late to start<br />
over?... shit.<br />
The Rhythm Chicken vs. the<br />
COPS!<br />
That's right! This <strong>issue</strong>'s installment<br />
of the Dinghole Reports is<br />
dedicated to those special<br />
moments when chicken meets cop.<br />
Like matter and anti-matter, they<br />
clash on the field of battle! Shaken-bake<br />
vs. serve-n-protect! When a<br />
chicken is playing the drums at the<br />
corner bus stop, it's only a matter<br />
of time before Johnny Law gets<br />
confused enough to flex his<br />
authoritative muscle. I knew from<br />
day one that I would have to face<br />
the force. I just never thought it<br />
would be on day two!<br />
Dinghole Report #4: I bombed at<br />
Atomic<br />
(Rhythm Chicken sighting #3)<br />
The first gig of the "Count Your<br />
Eggs" tour was across the street<br />
from Milwaukee's Atomic<br />
Records, a pedestrian-heavy area<br />
just starving for ruckus. Draftee<br />
tour stagehand G-Money helped<br />
throw together the chickenkit<br />
while yelling to confused passer-<br />
Shake-nbake<br />
VS.<br />
serve-nprotect!<br />
bys, "Prepare for the Rhythm<br />
Chicken!" Within seconds I kicked<br />
off the tour with the signature<br />
opening drumroll. Ruckus, confusion,<br />
and general curiosity drew<br />
customers and employees out of<br />
Atomic, Subway, and Cousin's<br />
Subs. Traffic slowed, cars honked,<br />
and Milwaukeeans cheered. Then<br />
within just a few minutes of the<br />
initial blast, there they came, the<br />
agents of darkness, Milwaukee's<br />
men in blue, the uniformed party<br />
poopers. I was expecting to hear<br />
"This is the Milwaukee Police. The<br />
party's over," to which my proper<br />
reply would have been, "Yeah,<br />
CLUCK YOU, MAN!" Their actual<br />
salutation was more along the<br />
lines of, "Just WHAT do you think<br />
you are DOING?" I stood and<br />
uttered a few clucks in their direction,<br />
to which they replied, "Ok,<br />
buddy. Just move along and we<br />
won't have any trouble." The squad<br />
car pulled away to the boos of the<br />
ragtag audience. That's it? No<br />
apprehension? No reading of my<br />
rights? No boots to my feathered<br />
tail? No being thrown into the iron<br />
coop? Let me tell you, my first<br />
run-in with the fuzz was anything<br />
but a challenge. Since I had a tour<br />
to finish, I acquiesced and grudg-<br />
ingly moved on. Cops -1, Chicken<br />
-0. buck buck buck...<br />
(Wow, Rhythm Chicken. What<br />
kind of self-respecting ruckus-raiser<br />
gives in to the cops? - F.F.)<br />
Hey! I was young and ignorant, a<br />
mere chicklet! Cut me some slack,<br />
Funyuns. Besides, what happened<br />
with you in Indiana?<br />
(Next report, please. - F.F.)<br />
I thought so. Now, shut your dinghole!<br />
[Oh my! - Dr. S.]