Yep. Y’all read that right.
There’s a new Sheriff in town, and his name is Bunk Strutts. That’s Sheriff Strutts to y’all.
Marshal Finicky Penguin has begun his sojourn into the wilderness on a dangerous hunt for wombats in the land of the onions and eels, and he’s entrusted me to enforce law and order on this website until he returns on Thursday June 19th with a mule-pack-load of wombat pelts, eelskins and onion hides.
While Marshal Penguin is away, we’re gonna keep it civil in this backwater town. For those of y’all what thinks it’s time to go a-whoopin’ and a-whompin’ through this site, well, it is. Just remember:
If y’all breaks it, y’all buys it. Y’all gotta problem, y’all come to me. Y’all gotta itchy rash in a place you don’t wanna talk about, well, keep it to yourself.
As long as I’m in town, I have a few activities in mind to keep y’all occupied; but aside of getting out the colored paper and crayons for every post, if y’all have something y’all’d like to see or do while anxiously awaiting Marshal Penguin’s glorious return, lemme know in the comments section, and I’ll consider the suggestion before I squelch it. If y’all spill something or otherwise make a mess, clean it up. Y’all know the rules, and if y’all break ’em, y’all spends a night in The Box.
Some of y’all already know (or think y’all know) who I am, but for those of y’all who haven’t been paying attention, I run Tacky Raccoons, an excellent site that y’all should visit several times daily. Each time y’all visit, be sure to click on the HumorBlogs widget button, too. (Y’all rack up points with me that way, and it might just buy y’all’s way out of The Box, if y’all happen to end up there while Marshal Penguin is gone.)
There’s a new Sheriff in town, and he ain’t a-gonna put up with no jibba-jabba neither.
Sheriff Bunk Strutts
P.S. I’m sure that we’ll get along just fine. Otherwise, y’all can spend a night in The Box.