This was probably better known as the ninja issue, as I had like five things about ninjas in it. Also, this issue was well-remembered to me personally as being the first one to "expose" the Illuminati in hilarious ways, and also was the issue that traveled well, so Tony Erba, punk rock wrestling freak from Cleveland, Ohio, found a copy in Austin, Texas, and that ultimately led to me getting wrestling tapes, which ultimately led to me being a big fat fuckin' internet wrestling dork. So fuck this issue. But here's two funny things that went back-to-back in that issue...
"Connie Mack Reader's Mail
Confederate Mack,
I wish I was funny but instead I'm just retarded.
Bye, Silver Persinger
Silver,
Don't worry, you retarded people are funny in your own special way.
Clyde The Kiln Foreman's Ninja Comments
Clyde was talking about his buddy who used to work at Powhatan Correctional Facility, 'and he told me 'bout this ninja they had in there. He'd fuck two or three dudes up e'ry coupla days, for no reason. Now what you gonna do with a dude like that, a fuckin' ninja in jail?'"
Ahh... that was from my brief stint working in a charcoal factory, where I learned it takes about seventeen trees to make five pounds of charcoal for your grill, and also learned that sometimes you can't wash smoke off your skin. And Silver Persinger is running for some sort of public office in the city of Richmond. He's no Kinky Friedman, which would be a good thing. So vote for his ass.
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