Filthy Man Awarded Citation

Filthy Man Awarded Citation
Scott Johnson
smells like shit.
Local area resident Scott Johnson, a man locals know best for his unbathed, disgusting appearance and his eye-watering stench was awarded a citation for bravery for saving a Janitville couple and their baby from a burning building. The infant, Daniel Denk, was upstairs in his parent's split-level bungalow on Crupp Ave. when a gas explosion in the family kitchen ignited a fast-moving blaze. Mr. Johnson, who happened to be passing by, entered the burning building and pulled Daniel's unconscious parents, Patty and Dave from the kitchen, then re-entered the burning house to retrieve the infant. "When he came out his clothes were on fire," said Patty Denk, adding, "It smelled like burning shit." The award for "Bravery Befitting a Hero" was presented by Sheriff Wannabough's secretary, Janice Young, at Janetville General where Mr. Johnson remains in serious condition with 2nd degree burns. Asked for comment, Ms. Young said, "He smells like shit."

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Urinator Maims Mutant Coyote

Urinator Maims Mutant Coyote
Hatch Fielding and brick.
Janitville resident and reformed reservoir tainter, Hatch Fielding claims to have made a once-in-a-lifetime discovery of a coyote with an unimaginable deformity. "I swear to god, one of its forelegs is a baby arm," Mr. Fielding stated to local wildlife officials. "I seen it bouncing along all strange and feeble like," he continued, "so I threw a brick at it. Bulls-eye." Mr. Fielding's aim seems to have improved since his conviction of tainting Burden Hole reservoir was secured upon evidence of one urine-soaked tennis shoe. "I followed it for several miles… all the way to its den." And what do you think he found there? "Bunch o' babies. Human babies only they didn't have no bottom jaws." After a thorough investigation of the incident, Ferny Forest Ranger Guth Marks has arrested Mr. Fielding for malicious mischief. "Mr. Fielding's done it again, pulled a fast one on us," Ranger Marks said. "Them babies got jaws." Ranger Marks plans to trap the wild babies and release them in Ferny State Forest, nearer to their natural prey, woodland skink.

Janitville Welcomes New Family

Janitville's population grew by four this past weekend, when Bill and Whore Newly and their two children moved into the old Blanchard house on Ferny Road. Bill is the new assembly foreman at Thwacker Cabinet while Whore is a stay-at-home mom to the kids, Katie and Fuck.

Vestigial Twin Bowling League Starts New Season

Vestigial Twin Bowling League To Open
"Garland" takes a practice roll.
The popular Vestigial Twin bowling league announces its upcoming season with its annual fundraiser/raffle at Ferny Bowling Lanes next Saturday from 7 pm – 10:30 pm. Vestigial Twins and their hosts are invited to participate in what promises to be another successful season. "It's a great way for the twins to get out there, get some exercise and meet other fully attached underdeveloped growths," commented league bowler Bill Decker, "Garland loves it." Garland, a set of baby-sized legs and an exposed lung growing from Decker's hip, visibly shivered with delight. "You see?" Decker continued, "He can't wait to get started." Enrollment remains open until the 15th. Siamese twins not allowed.

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Oslo Jenkins
Oslo Jenkins

Dear Oslo...

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Dear Oslo,
Everyone likes a drink from time to time, but my husband gets so drunk he does and says things that he doesn't remember. Just this last weekend, we had at least 15 people from both sides of the family over for a football game/rib feast. He was on one of his "rolls" when he stood up and announced to everyone that he was a 16th century witch named Hazel who'd been burned at the stake for heresy and now was trapped inside this (my husband's) disgusting body. Needless to say, the party was over. What do I do?
— Wit's end
Dear Wit's end,
Sometimes the faults of our mates are best confronted with a quick look in the mirror. Dwelling on your husband's "heretic" past only brings regret and blame into the picture. It's my guess that patience, acceptance and a willing ear are what's needed here and that your husband will respond to your love with tenderness and affection. If the problem persists, try blinding him with the mummified foot of a crow while chanting, "Ik-thee, O-writ, My-nay" thirteen times.
Dear Oslo,
My neighbor and I have agreed to abide by your advice. For years, my neighbor has been parking his car on the strip of grass between our houses - a strip of grass that is split down the middle between my yard and his. Parking there has never presented a problem until recently as I've decided to plant some trees there so I don't have to look at him or his run-down dump of a house. When I told him my plans, he told me to F-off. So the next time he parked there, I set two of the tires on fire... the two on my property. The next day, I find my cat dead and stuffed into my mailbox with a stamp on his ass. So I fired several shots - warning shots - through his kitchen window. The next day a 200 year old oak tree in my front yard was cut down. It seems to be escalating, all over this tiny strip of grass. Tell us what to do, Oslo, and we'll do it.
— Ready for a truce
Dear Ready,
It was once said that making peace is harder work than making war. Whatever peace you do manage to cultivate, make sure it's one that can be sustained. To do that, you must start off on the right foot. And that means evening the score. As for your neighbor, he's killed your cat and a 200 year old oak. What did you do? Set a couple tires on fire. Boo-hoo, neighbor. Big deal. Here's my advice. If your neighbor has a dog, kill it, and then any tree you can find. If he doesn't have dogs or trees, he must submit to some kind of beating at your hands. Once you've kicked his ass, the healing can begin.

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The disappearance of the Quinto case file, only to reappear some thirty years later in an assless bodysock in former Mayor Seth Welp's garage attic is an outrage. It is further proof of the utter incompetence at every level of Janitville municipal government. Reopening this case is an absolute necessity if we ever hope to make sense of what appears to have been a senseless death.
— Fern Gimple, Janitville
Oh man. A bird just flew into my window. Scared the shit out of me.
— Editor