The good 'ol 80's....

Back in the day, I was a bit of a biker. I know, I'm the one wearing a 'polo shirt' but in my defense, I was working that day and just stopped by for a 'chill'.

O.K., I'm late to my own party...

10,000 visits to The Moonpie Chronicles, that's great.

Rick and I started this thing in 1976 and had know idea what would happen 34 years later. Moonpie, the book, started as a very small idea I had to chronicle our attempt to make a trip to Memphis just before Rick would leave for the army. Now, years later, the trip seems surreal. Rick is the only one who made the trip to Memphis as Martin and I pissed out at the last minute, we "didn't have a hair on our ass", as they'd say out west.

But some of you seem to enjoy our antics and have come along for the ride. Thank you. Rick and I lost track of each other in those crazy 80's and saw each other only once or twice in that time era. We reunited in December '08 and started the Pie on January 3rd 2009.

We have had visitors from around the world which is pretty cool. It's nice to see that 'wackiness' seems to have no boundaries or just one language. Hey, "we were just funnin' Marshall."

So, for all the followers and visitors....Rick and I will trudge ahead. Thanks again and now lets get off this 10,000 thing and move on to important issues like boobs and potty humor. From the heart of our bottom, peace to all.

Oh, bloody hell....

And now here's the scene. Barely an hour after exceeding the 10,000th visitor mark, the Norse god of thunder, Thor, completely destroyed the newly rennovated Moonpie WOrld Headquarters with lightning. Sources say that the ancient deity -- who had apparently crashed the party -- had been doing jello shots in the kitchen with Dave, Gretchen, and some guy named Loki. "He was starting to harsh everyone's buzz and Rick asked him so leave" said another source. "Thor got kinda pissed about that."

We did it! Our 10,000th Visitor!!! Pump Up Tha Jamz!!

Inside Moonpie World Headquarters, Pan-D-Frikkin-Monium! We don't even know who these people are, though I think the chick is the Buck County Prosecutor and the guy is Deputy Undersecretary of the U.S. Customs Narcotics Taskforce.... or was, before we posted this photo.

Hip. Hip Hurrah! Hip. Hip Hurrah! Hip. Hip Hurrah! Pump up the jams! Pump it up! Pump it up!

(It was probably some guy from Tai-Pei trying to link us to his bootleg Viagra site.)

So close we can taste it. (or we could if we weren't so hammered.)

The scene outside Moonpie World Headquarters as we begin the countdown to our 10,000 visitor.

Taking one for the team!

The entire state of South Dakota (shown here) just visited our site, raising the count from 9976 to 9980. Just 22 visits shy of 10,000.

We're sending them a box of suspenders.

Vote for us!

Nah, we haven't really been nominated. Just messing with ya.

A Message From Our Founder

(Our Founder. The Right Reverend Dr. Sir Martin Luther Moonpie III, Esq. LLC, a Delaware Corporation)
(Whereabouts unknown)

"Everybody else is just green. Have you seen the charts? It's a hell of a start. It could be made into a monster if we all pull together as a team."

I would just like to take this moment to thank all of our loyal supporters over the years. I'd just ask that you'd open your hearts and minds to the great Moonpie in the sky, and let him guide your hands as you make out a big fat check to Mighty Moonpie Ministries, Inc. Now more than ever we need your help. Funds are badly needed so that we may purchase hundreds of these motorbikes to give to needy scootertramps in poor impoverished 1st world countries. For an extra $125, we can afford to buy seats for these machines.


Please. Think of the children.

In the words of St. Helen Lovejoy,
Why, oh why won't somebody think of the children.


So, please, make that all important phone call today. Operators are standing by.
You Will be blessed.

If you agree, click YES. If you don't love Jesus, do nothing and your credit card will be billed for three monthly payments of $666. The Bass-O-Matic is yours to keep. Serious. What the hell are we going to to with all these fish?

Less than 120 visits to go till we reach 10,000. I don't know whether to shit or get off the pot. Or both.

Less than 120 visits to go till we reach 10,000. I don't know whether to shit or get off the pot. Or both. Less than 120 visits to go till we reach 10,000. I don't know whether to shit or get off the pot. Or both.

Less than 120 visits to go till we reach 10,000. I don't know whether to shit or get off the pot. Or both

. Less than 120 visits to go till we reach 10,000. I don't know whether to shit or get off the pot. Or both. Less than 120 visits to go till we reach 10,000. I don't know whether to shit or get off the pot. Or both. Less than 120 visits to go till we reach 10,000. I don't know whether to shit or get off the pot. Or both. Less than 120 visits to go till we reach 10,000. I don't know whether to shit or get off the pot. Or both. Less than 120 visits to go till we reach 10,000. I don't know whether to shit or get off the pot. Or both.

Public Service Message

Remember! Marihuana is the weed with its roots in Hell..oooo Nurse!

If you are Dick Knipfing of Action 7 news, you will pronounce it "Mahree-WHO-ANNAAAH!"

Happy 4/20 day from Moonpie West!

Don't let this happen to you on 420 day...

Years ago, on a 420 day in a land far away, Rick and I had some strange stuff happen to us. For a moment, I thought I was a 'fair haired leaping gnome..' and then took a trip on an airport shuttle bus for 20 laps around the airport for no reason at all.

And Rick, while stationed over seas, thought it would be funny to walk around in this bizzar outfit with toy dynamite strapped to himself. The authorities didn't care for Ricks jest.

All this to say....have a nice day. Oh , and don't do stupid shit. People will look at you funny.

Happy 420 day....

From the gang at Moonpie, we say, "happy 420 day." Have fun, be safe and be nice.

Lord have mercy......

Jim Dandy with the trademark 'star' belt buckle and no shirt.

In the mid 70's Black Oak Arkansas was hitting full blast in the southern rock music that was about to explode.

Living in Memphis, Tennessee before moving to New Mexico, this band started just about 60 miles west of Memphis.
This is another band that I saw at the Civic in Albuquerque when they appeared with Ruby Starr. Hair and feet were flying that night. Ruby was throwing black roses into the crowd and the place was jumping. Songs like, "When electricity came to Arkansas" and "Lord have mercy on my soul" were big with the fans but the perennial favorite that got air play was "Jim Dandy to the Rescue".