Tales of Harvey

A series of blogs that should appeal only to perverts, degenerates, and other assorted trash, these are the life stories of the legendary Harvey “Hoot” Cracker, as told by the man himself.

Read them at your peril.

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THAT TIME I GOT BITTEN BY A RADIOACTIVE SPIDER

“Ouch!” I said. “Some fuckin’ thing bit me!” I saw the small black spider on the back of my hand, and wondered if the spider was gay. Biting a man, and all. “Are you gay?” I asked it. “Are you a gay spider?” Then I threw it out the window. Later I developed super powers. […]

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THAT TIME I WAS ON A PLANE

I was on a plane. We were going somewhere or another, I don’t remember. And I didn’t really care. I was only there for the peanuts. There is something about airline peanuts. They just hit the tongue differently than your ordinary everyday land peanuts. Maybe it’s the shiny packages they pack them in. Maybe it’s

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ATTENTION: I AM NOW THE PRESIDENT

Well, for some reason you people have elected me President, and that’s just what happened. We’re going to have to deal with it. I don’t know what it means either. And between you and me, I am dangerously unqualified for the position. I don’t know what most things are. Shiny objects distract me; loud noises

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THAT TIME I WENT ON A DATE

“You call this spaghetti?” I said, running my fingers through the wet hot strands in the pot, balling it in my fists. “I call it crap!” And I began to throw pasta around the room like a monkey throws poop. A waiter told me to get out of the kitchen. The chef threatened me with

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THAT TIME I DID A BUNCH OF COOL SHIT

There I was, huffing nitrous behind the black wheel of a blacker ’68 Mustang and playing with my turgid prick. “This is the goddamn best,” I said in between blackouts. “Fuck you. Fuck everybody. I am God.” I ran the demon machine up on its side and rode that fucker down Main Street on two

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THAT TIME I MET SANTA CLAUS

The line ahead of me seemed to stretch on forever, infinite bodies winding through a labyrinth of velvet ropes. Noisy children wiped the snot from their noses. Tired parents struggled with bags and boxes under the shadow of a great fake pine tree that reached all the way up to the third floor of the

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THAT TIME I GOT THE VACCINE

“Can I see your vaccination card?” It was my third dose. The booster. I fished the card from my busted up wallet. The card was crumpled and bent. “Keeping good care of it, I see,” the middle-aged Asian man said, real condescending like. I chuckled politely, like I thought it was a joke. But he

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THANKSGIVING AT AUNT SUSAN’S

I was twelve years old, and the family had been summoned to the casa de Susan for that year’s Thanksgiving holiday bash. Everyone who was anyone would be there. Your favorite cousin Gilroy? He’d be there. Your least favorite uncle Ziggy? You bet he’d be there. And old Grandma Beatrice? Yep, she was going too.

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THAT TIME I WAS A BABY

I remember thinking, “Hey, queer! Get your queer hands off me!” But the doctor didn’t listen. He pulled me out the same. “Welcome to the world,” the doctor said. “Fuck off!” I said. I decided then and there that I was going to be a bad baby. “Hold on, I have to cut that pesky

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THAT TIME I WENT TO A BAR

Again the woman threw her drink in my face. Red wine rolled down my chin and stained my favorite tie. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” I told her. “I said I’d like to have sex with you.” “Oh,” the woman said. “I thought you said you worked for the postal service.” “No ma’am. I

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LORD OF THE THINGS

It was the middle of the night, and I was sleeping soundly, when the window beside my bed slid open. I shot up in terror as the oblong shape lumbered over the sill and put his foot upon my mattress. He huffed and grumbled and when the whole of him had finally made it inside

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THAT TIME I WAS A STOOL PIGEON

Eddie Two-Nose said to those fat greasy mooks around the table, “Johnny the Scar is gettin’ fifteen to twenty for making those old ladies box each other. So he’s fucked. What I want to know is… which one of you scumbags finked?” And he pointed at us with his large index finger, and his large

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INDIANA HOOT AND THE CURSE OF SOME SHIT-HOLE

(DISCLAIMER: The following entry contains several racial epithets and instances of human rights abuse. Beefcarcass.com does not condone or support such language or any of the actions described herein. However, in the interest of journalistic accuracy, and for possible use as evidence against the man at his eventual trial, we print Dr. Harvey “Hoot” Cracker’s

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THAT TIME I MET GEORGE LUCAS

I met George Lucas one summer in an Acme supermarket. It was your standard meet-cute: we both reached for the same box of mushrooms at the same time when our hands brushed against each other. I noticed the man’s hands were smooth as a baby’s ass. “Oh,” I said, chuckling. “I’m sorry.” “No, no,” the

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THAT TIME I STUFFED A SAUSAGE DOWN MY PANTS

I don’t know what the big deal was. It was a nice piece of meat. I only buy quality. But you try telling that to a dame who’s just discovered your terrible secret. “What the fuck is this?” she said of the sausage resting beside my mediocre dick. “It’s a sausage,” I said. “What the

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