[3-28-01] Hey, it's Raphael filling in for Vox.  And may I say that the apocolypse is upon us and soon fire and brimstone will rain from the sky as Ogres invade from Denny's led by Kaiser!  So pray to your Vomit God before you drink with Drunken Dwarf and hope you don't end up in hell playing cards with The Mike.  On another note, may I say that I went to that site for TimeCube and read it, hoping to gain some insight into what the hell he's talking about. Well I read and now  understand some of his theories and fear that I have become stupider because of it. That seriously isn't a joke, hey Vox you should put a disclaimer upthere, a couple more visits and I fear I shall be listening to N'Sync.  I have a couple links here nothing amazing unless your looking for a career or just killing some time.  Hey I guess I'll catch you later then.

That would have been a really nice update to use to link to new stuff from each staffer, but it didn't happen like that, did it?However, there is something terrible from Vomit God...

[3-22-01] There will be a breif pause in Celebrity Guest Update Week and subsequently a moment of silence while I hearld the coming of the newest writer to join the proud ranks of the WOV!  I want you all to meet Dr. Cox Robotika, and read in the wealth of poetic mastery he will offer up (on a page of his own design, nontheless!).  Hmm....Cox, Vox...Vox, Cox....where's David Letterman when you need him?

I also have some dastardly new delights from Vomit God, but I must prepare a separate place for them for fear of the all-knowing Geocities "puttin' tha smack down" as it were.  I've also weeded out some of the dead links from Miscellaneous Non-Such, and have a bunch more to put in there, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon.  In the meantime, check out wayweird.com for a few laughs.


[3-18-01] Good evening people out there in internet land.  I am Kaiser, long have I sat still and watched the world grow into the sad lump of feuding garbage it is.  I am hereby claiming myself Emperor of All!  Yes, that does include you.  I will be a fair ruler, but incure my wrath and you sign your own writ of damnation.  I am now your God and King.  Cry not, for all will be well, and to enforce my claims, I will begin my conquests in Southern California, all who stand with me shall benfit, all who opposse shall be reaped and shucked of their very souls!

I've been working on this for Jixby.  It may be familar to some of you...

[3-15-01]  Celebrity Guest Update Week continues.  Just let it happen.

Well it is the Big Double D yet again doing an update appearance.  Well, with all my time being consumed by me sitting around doing nothing, I had trouble with thinking of what to put in the update.  I mean every drunken dwarf gets writer's block sooner or later.  So here is what I am asking the Faithful Four readers to do.  Email me (drunkendwarf12@aol.com) and tell me what I should write about in my next installment for the WOV.  Should I continue with the advice column?  Go old school with the chat exploits?  Or maybe do something new like an alcohol guide?  You tell me!  I give you power, take it while you still have a chance.  Until my next installment, check out my friend Hank the Angry Drunken Dwarf. That guy knows how to party it up.  I bid you all an alcoholic evening, Vocephinians!


[3-14-01] How did it get to be so long between updates again?  Dammit.  Oh well.  Celebrity Guest Update Week begins.  Now.

Hey, Hey, Vocephites, 'tis I, the terrible Vomit God!  I've been up to sinful things lately, namely photographing the naked parts of painted women at this years Mardi Gras with Alberto, Vinnie, and the lord of this very cyber dimension, Vocephus himself!  The streets were full of vomit, beads, and smelled like B.O.  Cries of "Show me your fuckin' titties" punctuated the air.  I was right at home!  While I have the chance, I will also plug my stereo fundraiser here!  I need a goddamn CD player, people!  Contact me, already, at beatitude6@hotmail.com.  Oh, yeah, if you want me to review any music, send me a request, and I promise, I won't be too tough on your dad's Styx records!  Haha!  In the meantime, SEND ME YOUR MONEY!  C'mon, you don't need booze that bad!  Don't send your money to Sally Struthers!  Send it to me, SO I CAN ESCAPE MODERN RADIO!

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See also: New article from Ogre!