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The Adventures of Super Goober

From this day forward, my daily...or weekly adventures...will be logged here. This is my story and I will never reveal my identity. Superheros must remain anonymous. Thank you.

Monday, June 26, 2006

10:37 pm edt

Find a Penny, Pick It Up.....
You know, me and my girlfriend don't always have that much time to spend together. I'm always here selling gas and she's always busy loaning money to people who want to open up new businesses like our most recent store, the DigferaDollar. Lilly has to be the smartest woman in town and by far the prettiest! She is always looking out for me and this is just part of why I love her so much. So, whenever we do get together, it's always an adventure.
 
One Sunday, I closed early cuz Lilly called me and said, ''Goobykins, close early on Sunday.'' She had made plans for us to go for a hike in the nearby hills and have a picnic! That sounded great to me cuz I was hungrier than a pig wollering at a chinese buffet with no shoes on something or other...But her heart was really set on catching a glimpse of a rare bird, the Bald Hookerbellows.
 
 I can't really describe the land or stuff like that and since I was never good at geometry, I'll just say it's prolly more than not as hilly as the skylines where your at. But it's hilly! So, off we go, me in my shorts and sandals, her in her hiking boots and summer skirt. I like the summer skirt! Just as I stepped on my first prickly pear, I saw a rusted, water stained object on the ground. As Lilly was taking the stickers off my ankles, I realized it was a penny.
 
Now, my uncle used to have a saying about picking up pennies. He'd say, ''Booger, find a penny, pick it up and put it in your pocket. Don't be stoopid!'' And I did just that. Lilly said it sometimes also had to do something with having luck but I thought she was just silly. We continued on and held hands along the way. I can't stand to look down the hill without getting dizzy.
 
And there we were. We were sitting at the rock where I first asked Lilly to be my girl and she said no over and over again. It took a few trips but she finally said yes. We started the picnic. Her with a chicken taco salad cream pie.... and me? Well, what else? The food that gave me my super powers! Fish fried in some of Mrs. Pussfoot's left over grease. Every special occassion meal gets crunchier and tastier!
 
It was then when I sensed a tingling in my ear and suddenly felt the sudden urge to act! Quickly, I excused myself. While I was swiping at the nats above and around my head, I began to relieve myself. Though, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man pointing a shotgun up to a tree. I got out my super Jacker Crack binoculars and zoomed in on the tree. It was the Bald Hookerbellows!
 
I was froze. I couldn't move! Partly, because I wasn't done yet but mostly cuz I didn't want to alarm Lilly. So, I did what any ordinary man would do in this situation. I told her I had to do the #2 and be longer than I thought. ''I'll go upwind.'' I said. I knew I had to stop the man from shooting Lilly's bird! It was time for Super Goober!!
 
With the speed of a high-powered hand drill and the swift hands of  hibatchi grill chefs, I dropped my shorts, lifted up my aqua- colored super suit! With my orange bandana mask on and my original, now  safety orange-polka dotted towel cape( to cover the burn marks ), and off I flew!
 
Up...up...and wayyyyyyy past the tree I thought I was headed for before my tumbling took a different direction (by way of a large chunk of limestone). Bouncing up and over and thru the fenced property line, I bravely went! Just as I had better control of my flight, ***WHAMMM*** I knew I had made the destination point! Everything went dark....so dark.....
 
''Goobykins? Wake up dear. Your going to be o.k.'' I remember waking up and seeing Lilly smiling at me. ''Mr. Meenose said you were very brave by killing that snake in the tree. Thank you so much for my Bald Hookerbellows!'' I looked over and smiling at me was Mr. Meenose holding a bird in a cage with a ribbon on it. ''You did a great job Goob. Sorry, I took you away from your picnic. If i need your help again, I'll call you ok? Thanks.''
 
Lilly was so happy that day. She not only saw the Bald Hookerbellows. Now,she owned one! As for me, well, remember I told you that I heal up quick. I had just one question about the whole thing. How did I get my super suit back in my shorts so quickly before Lilly and Mr. Meenose saw? Lilly kissed me on the cheek. ''Thank you Goobykins! I'm the luckiest girl in the whole wide world! Oh, and here...Mr. Meenose said you dropped that when you bumped your head on the tree. I told you it was good luck!''
 
Ain't that the truth!
 
Goober :)
 
 
 
9:27 pm edt

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Once upon a time, there is me....
 
Name: Goober
Aliases: Goob, Booger, Goobykins
Age:40
Height: 6'3
Weight: 112lbs
Occupation: Owns a gas station
Location: Small Texas town population 2000 plus lots of deer, etc.
Significant other: Girlfriend Lilly Love.
Registered Superhero name: Super Goober
Titles held: Winner and defender of the 4th of July ''Smoke a Firecracker'' contests 2003, 2004, 2006.
Quotes: Fighting crime and stuff every day or so....
 
Hi. My name is Goober. I've begun this log of my adventures because It's getting harder to keep my identity as a Superhero a secret. I figure that if I can write about it, it'll help bunches. My girlfriend doesn't know about this so it's between me and you guys. Ok? Ok! So, hmmmmm..let me see....Where do I start?
 
My pops named me after an American movie actor who he said was famous way back when the world was black and white. He said the actor worked at a gas station and also fought crime when he was called for. He must have been brave cuz he had to chase bad guys through traffic lights while guessing the colors. Must have been tuff living back then.
 
My moms said she always knew I would be special since I heal up real quick. She said my skin was tuff as a boars butt cuz I stopped bleeding before she found the band aids. She was a lovely woman.  My girlfreind reminds me of her lots. I miss both my folks since they passed. But I guess everyone has that time in their lives when your parents decide to cross the border and retire to Mexico.
 
Anyways, I knew I was becoming a Superhero the very first time when I was at the annual Halloween dance and festival out at the local barn. I was 15 years old and everyone was dancing and bobbing for oreo cookies in the rum barrel. I had just bought my coupon and was in line when suddenly, I heard a loud scream. Mrs. Pussfoot's fish fryer had caught the table on fire and I had to spring into action. Was I glad the old folks tramploline was set up close to me that day! I jumped over the barbed wire, grabbed a towel by the Sprite dunk tank and bounced off the trampoline hard! 
 
While still in the air, I remembered the fireman, Mr. Binaca, who came to the school in 6th grade and taught us how to turn off a fire. Quickly, I wrapped the towel around me, fell on the fire and rolled up and down the table with the greatest of might! I could feel it burning but I wouldn't let it beat me. I kicked my legs, coughed and slapped myself until someone threw a can of baking soda on me. Everyone cheered! I was a hero. Mrs. Pussfoot later thanked me by giving me all the left over grease from her fryers after it cooled.
 
It was while I was taking the grease to my scooter that I heared the most beautiful voice ever. ''Your welcomed booger.'' She said. I turned around and there she was. Lilly Love. The most beautiful girl in school and the most popular. Her skin was so smooth you could mistake it for pet milk. She brushed my hair that night. She said she had never seen so many burnt lice in all her life. It was love at first sight. More on her as my story unfolds.
 
Right now, I am glad to introduce myself to you. I am relieved that after so many years I found this internet thing where I can expose myself to you. I better be going cuz there's people lined up outside to get gas and I'm busy typing. It's not good for business when people are yelling bad words out in public. It remeinds me of something my uncle once said about cussin. He said, ''If youre gonna say things like f#*k and s*^T!, you better mean them cuz you never know who else will take the rabbit out of it's Easter basket.''
 
He was a smart man.
 
I better go!
 
Good to meet you all and I am excited to be sharing all of my past, present and future adventures with you soon!
 
Goober :)
 
 
 
 
8:57 pm edt

2006.06.01

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Fighting crime and stuff every day...or so.