Karma

We used to have a website that was kind of funny sometimes, but lately we've just been really lazy and horrible. Before, we didn't really care, but since Carson Daly taught us about karma we realized we were gonna have to make up for all the crappy posts we've put up if we wanted to be good people. This one doesn't really count, but when vacation kicks in, we're gonna start crossing stuff off our list. Our name is Jesus Petes.

Karma's Army

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

High atop his Mount Olympus ranch, the Nuge was relaxing in his trophy room/command center when his Pussy Bitch Alert went off. Evil Skeletor was trying to ruin the honor of Thanksgiving by way of a grass-roots campaign aimed at grade school kids.

"Not do fast, evil do-er, I, Ted Nugent, will defend the most American and awesome of holidays. To the Nuge-Mobile!" Although I must say, nice loin cloth, liberal blue skeleton man!"

The Nuge tore into the town square, clearly avoiding all continuity of last year's story being set in the kitchen. Skeletor threw the unwitting boy in the path of the Nuge-Mobile and fled the scene, middle finger saluting the Motor City Madman as he ran.

Skeletor jumped into his limited Bandit edition Trans-Am and pulled a rad smokey burnout, shouting "You'll never catch me now, hillbilly." He was right. The Nuge shouted in disgust, "Running over that badly drawn boy has fried my time circuits. Also, note to self, run over that queer Badly Drawn Boy.

When Joey came to The Nuge was ready. "Wango Tango, pussy! It is I, Ted Nugent. I am here to tell you the TRUE story of thanksgiving!" That new-wave skeleton man told you nothing but lies about this great holiday, it is my duty as a bad-ass American to put things right, and possibly shoot you.

"Okay Jesus, I am ready to learn!" said Joey.

Thanksgiving is a time to celebrate all that is good about our fine country. We're free to express our displeasure with anything. A great way to do this is with a Calvin-peeing-on-something sticker for your truck.

If something really pisses you off, you might even be able to get away with shooting it. Ever wonder why nobody plays the keytar anymore? You're welcome, pussy!

Of course, Thanksgiving is also a time to reflect on ways that we can become a better society. In my version, the ghost of Dale Earnhart wins every race, while that homo Jeff Gordon crashes in a flaming pile of gay.

Burt Reynolds would be Bandit, king, and pope. And to be honest, I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I've been drinking since 1:30. So you see Joey, that's all that matters. Hunting and guns and booze. That's more than enough to be thankful for.

Hi everyone! It's me, former Ohio State kicker and scoring leader Mike Nugent. I just wanted to say that I'm in no way related to Ted Nugent, and that this horrible story does not reflect the opinions of me, this site, or it's sponsors. Way to live up to the sequel jinx, idiots.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving STRIKES BACK!

I can't believe it's been almost a year since my original Story of Thanksgiving made its debut on the site. It was one of my favorites to make, and people seemed to dig it. In honor of that, and because Thanksgiving is awesome, I am happy to announce the SEQUEL to the Story of Thanksgiving, which will appear before Wednesday of next week. I'm going to have to get seriously messed up this weekend to think of a story to top the original, but for you, I'll do it.

Cheers, bitches.

November 5th, 2005

Here's a red letter date in the history of science - today marks the 50th anniversary of Doc Brown falling off of his toilet and inventing the Flux Capacitor, which for those of you that failed miserably at life, is what makes time travel possible.

I'm going to celebrate by setting all my clocks 25 minutes slow and rocking to some Huey Lewis.

YOU ARE DOOMED!

Ladies and gentlemen, it is once again the second full week in October, and you know what that means! It's time for the annual Jesus Petes Coloring Contest. The rules are simple: create, either on the computter or with your trusty Crayolas, a picture somehow related to the Jesus Petes. Send it to jesuspetes@yahoo.com, and we'll post them up. Please, send stuff in so Boko and I don't have to make up a bunch of fake entries again. To get you inspired, here's a fine example that we found last night at Larry's:

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Long time Petes fans may remember a discussion Boko started about who would win in a fight between Lassie and Flipper. In another case of life imitating art, the real world is finally catching up to us. Who would win in a fight between a giant python and a giant alligator? The answer: neither.

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Finally, if The Shining was a modern-day romantic comedy, sans Hugh Grant or John Cusack, this is how awesome* it would be.

*By "awesome," we mean only as awesome as a romantic comedy could be sans Hugh Grant or John Cusack, which is nominal at best.

Okay, get cracking on those masterpieces, your fifteen minutes of digital sub-fame are waiting.

Mike

SuperNover!

Finally, I now have a guitar that looks as cool as I do. I can't wait to accidentally spill Guinness all over it.

The spirit of Oasis and Bobby Quick's British Invasion band inspired me to get this wrapped up this week. Now, if only someday I could tell someone not to dance like a "daft fooking cunt" onstage.

Honorary Pete Lanky B got married on Saturday. We almost didn't make it in time, but somehow we made it from Barberton to Warren in way under an hour. I think we did the ton for a pretty good stretch. Danica Patrick finished five laps down.

I didn't take pictures, because I didn't take my camera, because I figured it'd get smashed/lost/smashed then lost. I can tell you, though, that Judy was wearing a kittycat vest, BradDad was wearing those Groucho disguise glasses and a feather boa, and we all danced around and got munted. Pretty much standard for a Saturday, really.

Quote of the affair: "BradDad gave us 20 bucks!" - Susan's nephew. You connect your own dots on that one, it's more fun that way.
Life-lesson of the affair: $5 gets you 18 songs on a jukebox. If you play your cards right, you can get a bunch of good tunes, and still play Badlands at least five times in succession. That, coupled with a knowing the movie "About a Boy" should be enough to win over the coolest girl there.

Alright, done. Congratulations to Ben & Susan, and to Cousin Sean for opening for the Posies. That's about as cool as it gets.

It's the dog's, innit?

Welcome to day 1.5 of the SuperNover Project. It's a wicket bit of kit, let's have a butcher's at it yeah?

Today was a surprising success. Not only did I get the white basecoat masked and the blue bits painted, I also again did not die from paint fumes. The red paper should give you slower readers a better idear of what this will look like when it's done. If I get ambitious enough the pickguard won't stay white forever, unlike Boko and me, who are pretty much stuck this way. We're such honkies!

Um, here's the back. You won't see much of this, but the fact that I got the crosses to match up made me happy. Also, the blue neck is hot.

That's all. This is essentially pointless, but I am bored and proud, which can sometimes be a disastrous combination. Luckily this worked out better than some other recent examples.

Oh right, like you didn't see that coming. Next update - Red Stripes. And after I drink them, I'll paint the guitar some more. Har! Anniversary Party this weekend featuring Meet the Petes and some other stuff we'll think of when we're drunk tomorrow night!

Mike

EDIT - Dear OCD Petes Fan,
Yes, the guitar construction pics are gone. I accidentally deleted them when I uploaded the finished guitar pics. I hope you can come to grips with it. Hahahaha, grips... it...