Why Gnomes Hate Everything About Easter

Ah thank goodness this dreaded day called Easter has come and gone. This is one of the worst holidays we gnomes are ever put through. We have been in hiding all weekend, fearing for our lives. Although we are constantly terrorized and persecuted by bunny rabbits, Easter brings them out in full force.

Today I tried a new strategy….I dressed up like a bunny rabbit. I hoped that my clever disguise would keep them at bay and make less attempts to devour me.

As you can tell from my typing of this post, I survived the bloodbaths that those evil bunny rabbits caused our Gnome Abode. I can’t say the same for all of my brethren out here in the yard. I am still a bit too fearful to leave my post at this time, but I can tell a couple gnome brothers have been knocked over and dismembered. I can’t bear to even look without my ceramic stomach churning.

Not only due the bunny rabbits stage a full force attack on Easter, the neighborhood children provide backup troops. They run through the fragile alleyways of The Gnome Abode in search of colorful eggs, while having no regard for any gnomes that get in the way of their evil savage ways. 

It’s pretty ugly over here. I just wanted to let the world knowthat I am still alive and that we will be coping with the aftermath throughout the wee hours of the morning.

I am starting up a collection for the rebuilding our lives during this tragic time and any donations are much appreciated. Go over to Chase Bank and tell them you’re looking to donate to The Gnome Abode Disaster. They’ll know exactly how to direct your funds in the best way possible. Medical attention is needed and cleanup crews are needed, first and foremost. We will also be using your donations to invest in more bunny rabbit disguise suits for next year avoid such devastating tragedies in the future. We will also be using your donations to buy whiskey, because well, today sucked and those of us who survived need to get shitfaced.

Thank you in advance for your kindness during this wretched holiday of despair,

Alfredo The Gnome

 

Cowabunga’s Review of Amish Meth Lab’s Debut Performance!

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!

Sunday’s concert rocked so hard that I’m just now starting to get my hearing back! Actually, I just got out of the hospital this morning for complications due to hearing loss….hence the delay in my review.

I was one of the lucky ones to get a telepathic message through to the lead singer, McCartney, and get my hands on those backstage passes.

I can’t remember the name of the opening band because I was already pretty high off the fumes floating around by this point (and who ever really remembers the openers anyway). They weren’t all that great but they were totally cool dudes and now I’m Facebook friends with all of those guys.

I tried to take get some pics of Amish Meth Lab during their performance, but I was so freaking pumped….head banging in the mosh pit with the best of ’em….that all my shots kinda suck. Throw your gnome hands in the air! WHOOP WHOOP! But if anyone out there got some good pics, send ’em my way, por favor. There was some slutty girl in a red leather mini skirt hanging out behind he stage too, so I’m wondering if she got any good pics or if she was just there to hook up with the band. I think she said her name was Roxy.

In my opinion, AML’s best performance was the song “Beard of Drool”. God, that reggae beat was a great switch-up from the hardcore heavy metal classics. Don’t get me wrong, those were awesome! I got stabbed in the eye by a mohawk and three of my toes got broken. Now THAT is what I call a good show.

Since I’m broke as hell, I couldn’t afford anything at their merch table. However, I did manage to steal a copy of their set list off of the side of the stage! I’m totally putting this stapling this to the side of The Gnome Abode when I learn how to walk again with these prosthetic toes.

Lennon announced at the end of the show that the band’s tour van was headed east and to keep up with their blog for upcoming tour dates and locations. Wherever it is, whenever it is…I’ll be there. I’m not sure if my hearing will ever come back or if I will regain sight in my eye from the mohawk incident, but it was totally worth it.

AML’s New Biggest Fan,

Cowabunga The Gnome

A Classy Bribe With Literature and Wine

As you may have heard through the grapevine, our buddy Horace did not get to fulfill his dream of climbing the mountains at Yosemite. As a matter of fact, neither did Gnomeplaya or Gnomecow. Apparently, the weather conditions at Yosemite were most unpleasant and the wimpy guide company cancelled their climb. How DARE a guide company put the safety of its paying customers first!? However will they make a profit???

Needless to say, Horace has been pretty bummed out this past week. He has refused to even strap on his harness or lace up his climbing shoes. It seems that he has given up on the sport entirely. I’ve known the ole’ chap for years, and I’ve never seen him inspired by something in the way he has been about rock climbing. This single adverse event has turned him away from the one and only passion he has ever discovered! I just don’t understand him sometimes. He makes up excuses about his forearms being too stiff or his callouses being too sore whenever I try to encourage him to get back on the rock.

So I am bribing him with literature and wine! Classy, I know right? That’s just how i operate. Generally speaking, I am morally opposed to the consumption of alcohol, but drastic times call for drastic measures.

Last week, I got Horace to agree to read a book with me! It’s called A Walk Across America, by Peter Jenkins. It’s not a book about climbing specifically, but it is a book about outdoor adventures and random travels. I thought it might help to inspire and rejuvenate him.

He seems like kind of a slow reader, so who knows if/when he’ll ever finish the book. However, it seems that he’s already finished all of the bottles of wine that I picked up, so perhaps that has something to do with it. But as a certified speed reader, card-carrying nerd, and anti-alcohol activist, I already finished the book today and feel compelled to make a brief commentary. 

So this guy, Peter Jenkins, has grown up in a pretentious Connecticut suburb and has done what’s expected of him all his life. After graduating college, a failed marriage, and no real direction in his life, he sets out on a walking journey with only his dog Cooper by his side to discover if this whole country as awful as he thinks it is.

The story is begins sometime in 1973. Peter gets cold, tired, injured…blah, blah, blah. Some people he meets are awesome and others try to kill him. Some terrible human being accidental kills his dog and only friend with a truck. Peter stops in random towns and gets manual labor jobs to make enough money to keep walking along. He discovers racism, religion, cults, and unexpected characters with every step from DC to Virginia to West Virginia to Tennessee to Alabama to Mississippi and finally to New Orleans. The story ends when he meets some random broad named Barbara, falls in love, and gets a sign from God in a weird church that she should join his walk to the Pacific coast…which she does.

But that’s where the story ends! Is there a sequel?! It was hard enough to find an outdoor inspirational book in this makeshift library in The Gnome Abode!

I don’t know if I really even want to read the sequel anyway. It was an interesting enough story, but it just didn’t flow well. There would be 100 pages about Peter working at a saw mill and then just 2 pages of him meeting, falling in love, and marrying his soul mate. But I don’t want to reveal any more and ruin it for poor slow-reading and wine-drunk Horace so I’ll save the rest of my rants for another day.

Here’s to hoping Horace sobers up so I can actually have an intelligent gnome-to-gnome conversation and convince myself that I have a friend around here,

Phillip The Gnome

 

Jerry’s Review of His First Date With Tabitha

So I hooked up with this new chick gnome that started hanging around here. Okay fine, maybe “hooked up” is too strong of a word. I actually didn’t even get to touch her. Lame, I know. But I ended the night in an urgent care facility, so I totally have an excuse.

Benjamin and I were having our weekly Yard Work Assessment Meeting at this shithole cafe that we go to for the free wi-fi. Then Sheldon shows up with this chick, Tabitha, and sits next to us. She looked smokin’ hot in red. (Add one point). Then she kept blabbering on to Sheldon about god-knows-what and wouldn’t shut up.(Subtract one point). Ben and I couldn’t get any of our spreadsheets done, so I went over to try to quiet her down with my kingly powers. The only way I could get her to quit blabbering about her Gucci purse and daddy’s trust fund was to agree to hang out with her Saturday night.

I didn’t really give a shit where we went and she was hell bent on going to some weird raw fish place. First, she ordered this stuff called “Saki”. Much to my surprise, this stuff was awesome! (Add a point)I shot back a couple of ’em tiny glasses and she kept giving me dirty looks. I have no idea why. I kept double-dog daring her to do a shot contest with me, but she scoffed and sipped her tiny glass with her pinky up. I just don’t get this woman. (Subtract a point).

Then without even consulting me, she ordered us this stuff she called “sushi”. I took one bite and started gagging with disgust. (Subtract a point) How do those little Japanese gnomes live off of this crap?! Strangers started saying that I was choking and needed the Heimlich Maneuver. I really wasn’t choking at all, but I figured I wanted this gross raw fish out of my mouth and the date was kinda boring anyway, so this might spice it up.

A huge piece of eel flew out of my mouth as our waiter dry humped me from the back. The eel almost hit Tabitha square in the forehead. Oh my god, it took all I had to not die of laughter at that exact moment.  She made a comment about my skin looking nasty, and for once she was actually right. (Add a point). I guess I was not only disgusted by the eel, but also allergic to it.

Tabitha was kind enough to get us a cab and go with me to an urgent care clinic. By the time the doctors had had their way with me, she was wasted and the second bottle of Saki was empty. I certainly can’t fault a lady for enjoying a tasty beverage. (Add a point). 

So yeah, I guess we didn’t really hook up at all. But it sure was an interesting evening. Granted, I haven’t had a date in about forty-three years, so perhaps this is how the modern dating world works now. The guys keep bugging me that I’d better knock someone up quick so I have an heir to the throne once I kick the bucket. I refuse to touch Roxy and her GTD’s (gnomal transmitted diseases) with a ten foot pole. So I guess Tabitha it is!

I’ll wait another day or so before I call her just so I don’t seem desperate. On our next date, we gotta get this Saki flowing a bit earlier to give myself any bit of a chance to get my chubby ceramic hand up that sexy apron of hers.

Rating this first date a positive one (+1),  

Jerry The King Gnome

 

Seven Reasons to Wash Your Hands in a Massage Parlor

I MADE IT THROUGH MY FIRST DAY ON THE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yu Wong called me on Sunday to gave me the amazing news! The job at the shady massage parlor is MINE! ALL MINE!

Tonight was my first night on the job. I got there just before 9:00pm for my training session. As I looked around the parlor, I noticed that there were no massage beds. Hmm. Maybe there was a delay in the shipping or something.

No one else was in the parlor except Yu Wong and I. He pointed his stubby finger at a metal chair sitting behind a card table. “Sit,” he commanded. So I sat.

“Now listen,” He continued as I pulled back the chair and plopped down. “You sit here. Someone comes in? You ask him one question: ‘How many cans of tomato soup do you have in your cupboard?’ If he answers ‘three’, then you send them back to me. If he answers anything else, you make him leave. However you need to. There’s a gun taped to the underside of that card table.”

I stuttered and blinked twice. I thought I was going to be rubbing down random naked gnome girls all night while getting paid to take the gnome girl that I really want out for a proper date. Before I had a chance to respond, Yu Wang was walking towards the backroom.

“Wait!” I yelled at this hunched backside. “Can’t you give me and some advice? Some guidelines to do this job?!”

“Sure!” Yu Wang yelled and looked back with a deviant smirk on his face. “Go read the sign above the urinals.”

What a strange request. But with nothing else to go off of, I walked into the bathroom. This is the sign I found above the urinals:

THIS is the advice I’m given to do a shady job where I don’t even know what my job IS?! And why is there cooked and uncooked food in a massage parlor, anyway?

A little confused but still finishing out my shift til 5am,

Maurice The Gnome