Congratulations
(I guess) to
MAY'S
GOON OF THE MONTH!!!
What we need
from all of you is to submit to either James
or Rodney a two
or three line comment describing anything to do with Karl (i.e. a moment you
remember with him, a story you heard...and if you don't know him....you soon
will!). Your turn is coming up...so let's have some fun with this month's honored
Goon.
After all he has consumed...
and I speak of the variety as well as the quantity... it is truly a miracle
that Bighead is alive today.
~Diego
Whenever Karl was
around where we were all drinking I used to just stare at him. I always thought
he looked like he was about to do something. But he never did. All he would
do is drink and blink. It was very entertaining.
~Andrea
I remember walking
the Main with Karl on a hot August afternoon. Karl wasn't sweating at all. He
was as cool as a fresh quart of Ex. He seemed to gain strength from the top
of his cap down. All of a sudden, he turns to me and says, "You know, man,
I don't think my head is that big, actually." We still laugh about that
one.
~Yeti
Coolest dude I know.
Although he hides alien antennae under his ever-present baseball caps... we
all try to ignore it.
~Lance
I must have been around 16yrs, the
first time I learned the infamous lyrics to the H.H. song. Goes like this, "What
does H.H. stand for? Humongous Head... knock down the door". How can I
forget that?
Although I had to suffer through his bloody "Quinoi" years, he has
managed to remain a friend of mine. Although he is a beer-drinking arsehole...
the kind I like. Head, I am drinking one as I write this now, here's to you
buddy: you are truly a goon.
~Custard
The first time I went
over to Bighead's was for a B.T. party. We had Rodney's gas mask and we were
having a blast on a nice summer day. I suddenly realized the Dimensions of Bighead's
Melon when he could not partake in the gas mask event for it couldn't fit his
cranium. We overlooked the mishap and kept Karl instead of the mask!!!
I love Bighead!!!
~Schro
When I first saw it
I gazed at it in wonder "How can one have such a large head?" , I
asked my teacher. "A scientific mystery" was all he could say as we
stared in horror at the bountiful head in mention. Twenty odd years have passed
since that day....his head continues to grow!
~Roller
Well, one day I got
afraid cuz I had not seen BIGHEAD in years. Then, thank the good Lord Chomage
himself for this one, I stumbled in to a well-known drinking hole in my hometown:
Chatawgway. I don't quite remember the name of the particular establishment
but the cops later kept on prodding me with questions about an "Alibi".
Anyhoo...
I have this vivid
memory of being in some sort of drunken chomage-like stupor walking around
the bar (or maybe it was Maple??) and talking to everyone I had not seen in
years. No one really cared to see me but I was drunk so I thought they were
all ecstatic to hear from me. At one point I ended up alone in the corner,
feeling sorry for myself while guzzling the good stuff, I began to lose hope...
the sort of general malaise that only a true chomage knows.
Then, out of the
darkness, stumbling towards me came a large cranium beaming with light...
it was Karl!!! BIGHEAD himself. I was delivered. I quickly rushed to him to
say hi but he just walked by me to talk to RALPH on the big white phone. Oh
well, I thought. At least he was still himself and all was not lost...
That's my story.
~Skizzer