Uncle Stunkle

Yes, Stunkle is my real last name.
I'm also a real uncle. I tell jokes around Nashville, and every Monday I sort the news into nine breeds of shit.

Last Week's Dump

The nine breeds
Horseshit. Massive, delivered from a great height, and the horse isn't going to shovel it.
Bullshit. An American classic. Somebody's lying, everyone knows, and nobody says anything.
Chickenshit. Cowardice on a budget. Dodging in plain sight. Infectious if it gets in your lungs.
Ratshit. Sneaky and done in dark places where no one wants to look. By the time you find it, you have to move.
Dogshit. Reckless, entirely avoidable mess that someone tracks into the house.
Apeshit. Public escalation. It's out of hand, and the shit is the least of your troubles.
Batshit. It's upside down, comes with a fancy name, and could give you rabies.
Jackshit. Someone makes a promise and you wait for it, but nothing's coming.
Holy Shit. Stops you in your tracks, and maybe you realize God might have a sense of humor.
Each week you vote for the winner in the comments. Emojis only, because Jim cannot read.

A fake news show. New episode every Monday. I'm Jim Stunkle. Every week we sort the news into nine breeds of shit, since we all know not all shit is created equal. We don't judge the garbage. We inspect it.

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Most weeks I'm at open mics around Nashville, working on the act. Booked shows get posted here as they come.

About
Uncle Stunkle is Adam Stunkle, a comedian in Nashville. The last name is real, and so is the uncle part.
He grew up in a small Southern town, spent fifteen years doing the accounting on other people's movies in Los Angeles, and moved to Nashville to tell his own jokes. On stage he's Uncle Stunkle. Behind the desk of Last Week's Dump he's Jim Stunkle, a deadpan anchor and connoisseur of the news.
Also in the family: Brother Elknuts and Judge Clatterbuck.

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