Huskdog ß

Shuck Gert.
Coal black.
Ripping, tearing, bleeding.
Haze.
An approach.
Shucks, Gert.

Huskdog α

Shuck the corn.
A black haze.
Scorched Earth.
The pinnacle of Gert.
Huskman.
Three teeth chew.
Woe.
Green is not golden.
Followers.
Come with the corn.

Blog Requisition Order Ω235∑

Attention Dolderer™ blog audience.
Due to the uncouth encroachment upon the rights and artistic freedoms of renowned author Cornhusk McLarfy by the prior blog proprietor we at Corhusk McLarfy Inc. have acquired the Dolderer™ blog through legal actions.
The Dolderer™ blog is now a subsidiary of Larfdog Publications and operation will continue under 'new management.'
Please submit all complaints and queries using the appropriate channels of communication.
Thank you for your viewership and patience in these most troubling times.

Norf

Have you ever met a man so debonaire?
So delicious?
So, so Venezuelan?
I have, and let me tell you.
No, let me show you.
Norf has been to the moon in back.
Norf made love to a 539 pound woman without coming within thirty meters of her.
Norf lives on Gamefuel™ and treebark.
Norf only buys his foodstuffs from the Venezuelan store Japingos's.
"Ich trage den Stahlsturzhelm jeder ausflippende Tag," says Norf.
Norf gets it done.
Norf has read every Cornhusk McLarfy book fowards and backwards.
Twice.

GrunnaGrung

When you have the dun nun nuh.
You get the grun nun grung.
Chinese hammers.
Fuck it.

Internet Man

A box with wires.
Jacked in.
Seamless integration of the mindface barriers.
I am on a mission to save Cornhusk.
I need a towel.

Rornt

Where have you been?
Oh, I took a trip to the station.
What have you done?
I don't know.
Thanks, dad.