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Godzilla McCluck

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About Me

Born in the back of a Greyhound bus (he is, after all, a ramblin' man) Godzilla McCluck began his life like most toy chickens. With a hatch cut into his posterior to house delicious treats, he was placed on a candy rack at a convenience store in Muncie, Indiana along with several of his identical plastic bretheren.
But even though he was then un-named and identical to his peers in appearance, young Godzilla felt a longing inside for something special, something different. And one day he found his calling when he was plucked off the rack by Surrender Dorothy bassist/guitarist Doug Boucher and his daughter Katie. It was Katie's idea to name him Godzilla and have him undergo the delicate genetic process of greening in a special laboratory. (OK, Doug's parents' place.) This process failed at first, leaving bits of green nail polish about. The second process was more successful, but left Doug with a bunch of green shit on his hand, leading him and Godzilla both to the conclusion that green markers are not the best scientific instruments for turning a chicken green. Further adjustments will be made until Godzilla can finally be said to be fully greened. We will keep you posted.
Godzilla is now an integral part of the Surrender Dorothy experience, taking cues from his mentor, Raven Nightshade McNugget, the original Dorothy chicken. Godzilla sometimes appears with his assistant, Salvadore Manilla (AKA Auxillary Chicken) to perform a duet on the riff of My Sharona together.
Few people know the cold hard facts behind the scenes at Dorothy, however, and it has recently been made public that there is tension between Mr. McCluck and his assistant. Unfortunately, Mr. Manilla has been in and out of rehab for a terrible addiction to Drano in recent weeks, and Godzilla had referred to Sal in the press as "a shiftless little cretin trying to ride on my coattails", "a degenerate swine", and "not good or even meaty enough for a dog's dinner." Mr. Manilla fired back with an angry missive in a recent issue of Rolling Stone, claiming that Godzilla is "a power-mad spotlight-hogging waste of feathers" and that he is forced by Mr. McCluck to endure living conditions that "would get those treacherous bastards at Tyson shut down for good if THEY were caught treating me like this." He also claims that Mr. McCluck has his own demons, maintaining that the reason Mr. Boucher is seen with so many empty beer bottles by his monitor is because Godzilla is drinking most of it up before he can get to it. However, there is reason to believe that Mr. Boucher may have paid the otherwise elusive Mr. Manilla extra chicken feed under the table to say this publicly.
When not performing with Surrender Dorothy, Godzilla McCluck can be found with his library of popular science books, educating himself in the ways of cosmology in hopes of being the first chicken to someday hurtle through the black void of space towards other galaxies and bring back news from the farthest reaches of the universe. Big dreams for a still young fowl, but hey, ain't it a better goal than stomping around the streets of Tokyo trashing the place?

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Colonel Sanders so I can give him a piece of my mind.

My Blog

Chicken Invaders 2, Electric Boogaloo

When I logged in just now, the "sponsered link" was to a game called Chicken Invaders 2. I did not know about this, or even the first one. And I'm not telling Sal. Last time the word "invasion" was s...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 08:11:00 GMT

The Times They Are A-Changin’

I know Doug will have something to say soon on his own blog, but he's still searchng for the words. Suffice to say he's turned in his notice to Surrender Dorothy and will no longer be playing with the...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 16:24:00 GMT

The Horror, The Horror

I really can't figure these two out. Doug and Sal are currently laughing it up over gin and beer sausage (I must say, a fine recipe courtesy of our friend Bassically_yours) and not at each others thro...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 18:33:00 GMT

Oh, For Fuck’s Sake

Sal talked Doug into drinking Drano onstage last night. Doug claims it tastes like cheap vodka. Jesus creeping shit, this is far too weird for my delicate sensibilities. I may have to make my exit soo...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 08:21:00 GMT

Oh shit...

I just found an empty Drano bottle behind the recliner, and Sal's disappeared for the night again.We thought he'd quit weeks ago. I'm not sure how Doug's going to take this...Love to all,Godzilla
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jul 2008 18:31:00 GMT

It’s A Good Thing I’m Made Of Plastic

We had a couple fun gigs this weekend. Yesterday we played outside at a park. For whatever reason, Doug decided to throw things at Tom in the middle of songs. He chose US.Chickens don't fly. I hope yo...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 07:52:00 GMT

Just Another Day At The Chicken Coop

"Here's another question I have. How come when it's us, it's an abortion, and when it's a chicken, it's an omelette? Are we so much better than chickens all of a sudden? When did this happen, that we ...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 12:24:00 GMT

We’ve Got Chickens In The Barn

We just got home. Dorothy played last night at the Grant County 4-H Fairgrounds, and I thought it was a particularly good gig. Nothing earth-shattering, just good relaxed fun. I've been told a local n...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 01:41:00 GMT

When The Going Gets Weird, The Weird Get A New Wardrobe

We went to bed last night wondering where Sal was. He has a habit of disappearing overnight, though he always shows up the next morning. So we weren't too worried.At 5AM, there was a noise outside tha...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 11:18:00 GMT

Beware of Omelette

Quiet week again, save for Sal getting drunk two nights ago and marching around the place at 4AM with his saxophone blasting along to The Residents' Not Available. Asshole woke Doug and I up. Doug put...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 21:00:00 GMT