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<title>Farts Kill</title>
<description>Artie had gas once again. It had been five years since he last had gas but it was back with a serious attitude now. Now his gas was trying to kill him and anyone he got close to. His hamster...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 07:50:59 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Jarvis The Cat Terd</title>
<description>There once was a piece of cat terd named Jarvis. Jarvis was long and coiled with a goatee of mouse fur. He was drinking beers under a piece of bark with a couple other terds when Ralph came through the...</description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 10:25:29 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Rasputin&apos;s Pasty Bloated Dick</title>
<description>Dr. Plow was more than happy to join the expedition. He had been the point man on several forays into the unknown, so it was natural that they asked him. But the price they were willing to pay made him...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2007 07:56:46 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Rehab Anyone?</title>
<description>“Now that I’m out of rehab it’s time to get laid,” said Harv. Harvey had been in a clinic for two weeks for his addiction to hookers and strip clubs. “You better not,” said Madge, his mom, while they drove...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 08:44:23 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Super Tiny Wang</title>
<description>You might wonder if a man with a two centimeter penis has trouble satisfying women. But Barry “Super Tiny Wang” Vlasco is not your typical man. And the fact that he’s getting it reduced by a half centimeter seems unlikely...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 08:38:17 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Who Invented Coleslaw?</title>
<description>Gary drove his tractor over the rows of cabbage. He loved cabbage. He loved everything about it. Gary remembered the day he made love to his first cabbage. He saw the cabbage from across the country store. It was staring...</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2007 21:04:28 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Chunder Chunder Ch Ch ChunderFUCK</title>
<description>Larry pounded the rest of the forty and started the truck. He drove up the hollow to Myrtle’s triple wide. She was home. Larry flipped the glove compartment and grabbed his rubbers. Myrtle heard the door forced open. Milton didn’t....</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2007 12:51:15 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>The Most Beautiful Woman in the Universe</title>
<description>The most beautiful woman in the universe does not have size forty seven tits. She does not have an ass shaped like a cherry. And she does not suck golf balls through garden hoses for recreation. In fact she is...</description>
<link>http://www.speefnarkle.com/blog/2006/12/the_most_beautiful_woman_in_th.html</link>
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<pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 22:03:22 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Fart Gas</title>
<description>The last time we talked I was under the influence of fart gas. So please don&apos;t take too much of it to heart. A lot has changed since then. I had my sphincter insured for four bucks in case it...</description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2006 06:37:09 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>A Decade Since WeedMasters III</title>
<description>It&apos;s been over a decade since I filmed WeedMasters III: Power Stoned. Recently I found some slides of the filming and had them scanned. Here is one of them. That&apos;s me in the back with a 300 dollar video camera...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 22:58:27 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Plungers In The Mist</title>
<description><![CDATA[<strong>Plungers In The Mist. </strong>Saxon practices his plunge techniques on top of Mt. Tabor.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 24 Oct 2006 11:11:21 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Lunch For Wino Jim</title>
<description>Jeff crawled out of bed with a boner. He closed the window. A bum was yelling about potatoes in the alley below him. Jeff opened the window back up and pissed on him. “Are you peeing?” Myrna asked. She flipped...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 01:41:01 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Norma Rae Please, I&apos;m Beggin For Cornhole</title>
<description>When I start shaking from weed overblast I try to focus on an old memory and play it over and over. Distorting it and chuckling to myself until I get cottonmouth and then I head to the fridge and start...</description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2005 00:48:12 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Night of the Bruised Hip Bones</title>
<description>Shit man you saved my ass. I was so fukin nervous like you predicted. The motel didn&apos;t have a record player so I pre-recorded it into my iPod. Thank the devil. The iPod was playing Sade and things were going...</description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2005 22:51:10 -0800</pubDate>
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<title>Who want&apos;s prune juice?</title>
<description>Blaine opened up the deep freezer. &quot;Hey Artie, what&apos;s with all the turds?&quot; &quot;Don&apos;t eat them,&quot; said Artie &quot;They&apos;re for my scatology class.&quot; &quot;So you&apos;re keeping that class, I thought the teacher was a dick?&quot; &quot;He is, but I got...</description>
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<pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2005 10:49:24 -0800</pubDate>
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