Arnold! My grandpa used to tell me stories of a mexican pigeon, named el pigeona supremo. He used to rule the land. There was a bitter rivalry between el pigeona supremo and the gang of the las palamoooses. A giant duel was planned. El pigeona supremo used his gift of peace and persuasion to end the fighting. The rivalry was over, but unfortunately came to a tragic end when el pigeona supremo was accidentally shot in the back by the leader of the palmoooses. After this event, the townspeople came together in mourning. There will never be another like el pigeona supremo. I would also like to meet Maude Oosterhouse, that's my friend Oosterhouse's mother. 2 days before I was born, she was lost at sea. She went out snorkeling and never returned. We believe she is living on an island somewhere. Either that or she was eaten by a shark. Plus woodchucks can't swim. But we have faith. And let's not forget Triple H. He is a bad mamma jamma!
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