About Jerry

I am the king of all of the gnomes. You can bow down to me now. No, seriously I mean it. BOW!

I earned the title of Gnome King because I was the very first gnome that our glorious Master/Goddess picked up one hazy day at dollar store in DeKalb, Illinois. I carry a hoe because I’m just THAT pimp. As you can see, I love to smoke various substances and get tangled up in things.

I have everything to say about everything and I’m sure that I have made your life worth living again. You’re welcome.

 

Emergency Gnome Meeting Tonight – Please RSVP ASAP

WHO: Every last one of you gnomes. This is crucial to our survival.

WHAT: Emergency Gnome Meeting

WHEN: Tonight at 8:00pm CST

WHERE: Fireside Bowling Alley in Logan Square

WHY: Our gnome blog has been hacked by our fiercest lizard enemy, St. Bastille Day. He has claimed to have overthrown our gnomish government and seized the thrown as king. As you all know, this is bullshit and I AM YOUR KING.

Photographic evidence of ingnomane torture has surfaced as the cover photo on our blog. We will not stand for this! Now is the time to reclaim what is rightfully ours!

He must be taken down. Not lightly, not slowly, but with force and without mercy. This is a call to arms for all of Gnomekind. Bring yo’ wives, bring yo’ kids, bring yo’ cheep beer, and bring yo’ ammunition.

 

 

Tonight, we go lizard hunting!

Your true and forever king,

Jerry The King Gnome

 

Gnome Guards Hired due to Security Breach

BREAKING GNEWS

(brought to you by your Gnome King and the letter V)

There has been a security breach in The Gnome Abode. Windows have been shattered. Rocks have been used in a malicious manner. And worst of all, the landscaping has been trampled by what can only be assumed to be a beast.

BEAST!

Details, specifics, and anything actually substantial have not yet been released by the GPD, however, we all know something’s up.

An army of gnome security guards have been hired to stand guard outside The Abode in a most terrifying manner.

I don’t know what they plan to do with those shovels, but I’m most certainly not going to find out the hard way.

I went to the cupboard to see if there were any of those delicious sugar cookies left that they made over the weekend. Instead of scrumptious frosted goodness, this is what I found in their place!

Are we under attack? Who are our enemies? Why didn’t I know about this sooner?!

Sleepless in the Abode,

Jerry The Gnome King

Sheldon’s Ceremonial Silly String Send Off!

As King of the Gnomes in The Gnome Abode, I felt compelled to ceremonially send off our expert traveler, Sheldon, as he embarks into the uncharted territory of Zion National Park and Las Vegas. The lucky little bastard. I am still not sure who he had to sleep with to be appointed to the position of Travel Gnome.

Since 6am, the ever-so-responsible Sheldon has been already packed and ready to go in his cutsie little International Gnome Club bag.

In case you didn’t realize it, we gnomes are huge fans of silly string. Any gnomish ceremony around involves at least a can or two of the magical substance. I sent the gnome I like the least, Phillip, down to the basement to check our supply. Much to my relief, there was PLENTY of silly string down there!

I made that creepy lizard, St. Bastille Day, make sure we weren’t breaking any laws. He always seems to be getting arrested, so I figured he would know the most about getting around the law. The last thing we need around here is another raid by the GPD. Much to my surprise, that creepy lizard did his due diligence, checked his calendar to verify today’s date, and verified that our silly string is within the scope of the law.

I made our new gnome librarian and educator, The Quick Brown Fox, do some research into what silly string is actually composed of just to make sure it doesn’t cause long-term gnomish damage. Propellant? Resin. Surfactant? Other? Sure! That all sounds safe, right?!

So onward and upward with the ceremonial sent off!!!!!!!!!!

You might not recognize him, but THIS is Sheldon after we got through with him. Yes, I authorized this. Yes, I am an awesome leader. Thanks for noticing!

I wonder how his TSA pat down is going to go with that goop all over him. Hahahaha not my problem!

BON VOYAGE, SHELDON!

Jerry, King of the Gnomes

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

 

Iditarod? Chiditarod? More like Gnomeditarod!

Some say the last great race on earth is the Iditarod. Dog sleds in Alaska? Meh. Doesn’t that happen like every day up in that godforsaken wilderness state? I mean what else do Eskimos have to do with their day. I wonder if they’re still living in igloos. This sounds like a project in which to consult my Google Machine. And okay fine I take back my derogatory comment about Alaska because now I actually want to go there for the sake of knocking on the door of an igloo and being welcomed in by a beautiful Eskimo lady for a romantic dinner of grilled mammoth and parmesan-crusted polar bear.

Iditarod

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some say that the greatest drunken hipster challenge in the Midwest is the Chiditarod. I mean, really? A bunch of wasted semi-adults somehow obtaining shopping carts, decorating them with ridiculous themes, and running through the streets of Chicago checking in from bar to bar with silly little challenges? What makes this so great. I peered from my backyard at this madness happening on the streets yesterday and spotted this wacky crew, who obviously has serious mental and emotional problems. Isn’t there a legal age limit for drinking booze, anyway?

Chiditarod

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I say the Alaskan dogs and the drunken humans have a thing or two to learn from us gnomes. Yesterday, Samuel, Joshua, Frederico, and i competed and won first place in the Gnomeditarod. The weather conditions were spectacular, considering the race took place in a kitchen. The competition was friendly, considering there was none. And the access to liquid motivation was simplified, considering our master’s liquor stash is not exactly hard to find.

Gnomeditarod

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Halfway through the race, we realized that a manatee sabotaged our cart and snuck on board. We always thought manatees were stupid, but I guess they’re not as stupid as we thought. He certainly added some extra weight, but our athleticism prevalied and we won in spite of his evil intentions.

Victorious and triumphant,

Jerry