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The Adult Redneck Daily Tuesday, April 1, 1999 WE’RE NOT ALONE! HICKSTON INVADED! A Paranormal Interview With Leonard hick. Ventura: Clones? Are We Being Invaded? You Be The Judge. Leonard: That’s the name.Clones.First clue we got was when a whole pack of Ventura: So, tell us what exactly ‘em tried t’run us down on the happened that day, Mister...uh... roundabout; ya cain’t be none too Leonard: Leonard. Jes’ Leonard. careful ‘bout steppin’ out inta the Ventura: Yeah, okay, Leonard. middle’a the road ‘round these parts, Leonard: It all started when them not even on a good day.Billy Ray warn’t aliens took our pig Bessie. There was the only one they snagged, neither. this light, y’see, an’ then she was gone. Them aliens got aholda the skinny ol’ She was the best hog in the county,too coot from up the hill,‘n’ Sheriff Hobbes — jes’ won $250 at the fair. Me an’ — other folks too, but those were the Bubba, we was on our way home at the worst. Dozens of ‘em all over the place, time.We was pretty well liquored up at armed an’ mean an’ lookin’ around with that point, celebratin’ y’know, an’ then beady lil’ alien eyes.Took a good couple they busted our pickup an’ took her dead-on shots to take ‘em down. away. [pantomimes aiming and firing, with great relish] I tell ya, after the first few Ventura: They...? it was almost fun. Never did care much Leonard: The aliens. Shit, you cityboys fur Billy Ray or that ol’ coot anyhoo. are slow.You gonna follow this or what? A’course, that was a picnic compared Ventura: Go ahead. t’them big-ass alien buggers up at the Leonard: Right. [drains another can of sanny-ter-ee-um, and don’t even get me beer] Well then, we went lookin’ for started on them lil’ shit monkeys down help an’ it turns out that everything’s at the sewage plant... gone all ta hell. Looked like them aliens Ventura: Ahem! I don’t think my editors got ta Billy Ray — y’ever met Billy Ray? would go for that,Mr.Leonard.You mind if Billy Ray Jeter. Big guy. Drinks like a I call them — er — how about “turd horse. Smells like a swamp. minions”? Ventura: The one who...er...all those Leonard: Hell, I don’t care WHATchoo bodies? call ‘em. Jes’ so long as I don’t haveta Leonard: Yep. Though a’course squash any more’a the little bastards.Urgh. y’know those warn’t all him. There was An’here I thought nothin’smelled worse’n these alien copy-thingies — whaddya Bubba after muckin’ the outhouse. call ‘em? Page 8 THE HICKSTON HOG®
Ventura: So then...? Ventura: Erm. Okay. Just how did you Leonard: Whaddya think? We went to “blow away them aliens”? town on those aliens. Me an’ Bubba, we Leonard: Now why didn’t you jes’ say showed ‘em that you cain’t mess with that? Lessee. There was the crowbar Hickston an’ get away with it.They ain’t from the back’a the pickup — not gonna be stealing no more prize pigs much compared to a gun, but when yer around here, I kin tell ya that! Poor desperate four feet a’solid iron kin do Bessie... Hickston was crawling with some damn good damage up close. them pignappin’ assholes, an’ that ain’t Lucky me, I was also packin’ muh .454 countin’ whut they done to the local Casull single-action pistol — now that’s critters! Gators, snakes, mad dogs, and a fine piece of metal! Twice the kick of mosquitos — shyyyit! Those bugs were a .44 Magnum, that baby’ll blow a rabid the size of your damn HEAD! And I don’ dog’s head right out his ass. Still, those even wanna TALK about whut we hit at alien clones took a couple shots each. Earl’s Bait Shop.This warn’t no pansy-ass We had t’be right careful, checkin’ their computer game — there warn’t no slimy bodies fur more ammo. Fur the whaddyacallems,hostages or nuthin’.We shotguns, too. pretty much hadta blow away anythin’ that moved. [chugs another can and belches with satisfaction]
Ventura: I guess that explains the mess that the police found. Leonard: Oh ayuh, sure. We had ta hunt them alien spawn all over creation, from Taylor Town to the mortuary to the nuthouse to the junkyard to the smelting plant to the sewers...The mines were pretty bad — Bubba’s still glowing. I don’t think we coulda pulled through without the booze an’the eats.Hog-Wild Deep-Fried Pork Rinds,CowPies™...mmm. Nothin’ like ‘em.Heck, even roadkill helped in a pinch. Eatin’ an’ drinkin’ made it harder t’sneak around an’ shoot straight, but hell, it sure made us feel a whole lot better after them aliens whaled the Ventura: Shotguns? snot outta us. It’s the simple things in Leonard: Dunno if them aliens cloned life, y’know? Billy Ray’s ol’ Betsy too, but danged if Ventura: [looking a bit green] Oh of they weren’t all packin’ those beauties. course, yes... Now, I’m sure our readers It got mighty hot there until we are going to be curious about how managed t’get our hands on ‘em exactly you went about vanquishing the ourselves.We was also able ta scrounge intruders? up a ranch rifle — I’d bet that was the Leonard: [looks blank] sheriff’s, even if it WAS pumped up to full auto. That’s against the law,y’know. THE HICKSTON HOG® Page 9 Ventura: Not that it stops anyone Leonard: NOW you’re gettin’ it, cityboy. Now where was I? Oh yeah. The dynamite came inright handy, though it took us a bit t’get the timing jes’ right. Ya gotta light it then remember ta throw that sucker, too. Tricky. Not somepin’ I’m used to. An’ that ripsaw gun...woo! I figgured out how ta use that momma as a chainsaw up-close AND t’fire blades every which way.You shoulda seen the look in them aliens’ eyes when the blood started flyin’... Ventura: [looking a little nervous] Er, it’s starting to sound like you two went STANKY’S in there with a regular arsenal. Leonard: We had to. Shit, did we ever! BAR & GRILL You’d piss your pants and faint dead away if you’d seen what we’d seen. 46 Locations Statewide Ventura: I’ve seen pictures of some of the bodies. Before they disappeared. Leonard: Shame ‘bout that.Coulda used Now Up Past The Taylor a trophy or two.Ain’t no WAY the boys Town Roundabout — Y’all down in Polecat Hollow are gonna Know Where believe this. Pity them alien vixen-types warn’t the neighborly sort,though...Ey! Did I tell you about the arm-gun-thing? Saturday is Moonshine Night (BYOM) Ventura: The WHAT? Leonard: Yeah, them great big alien hulk guards down at the nuthouse Sunday is Noon-To-Night were a pain-and-a-half till we got the Drink-Til-You-Drop bright idea a’usin’ their own guns. Problem is, those things were attached Pretty gals get their first two t’their arms, really kinda bolted in like, so I had ta sorta pick up the whole arm drinks free! an’...here, lemme show you. [reaches under the table and pulls Ask about our franchise out...something...dripping bits of meat opportunities and buzzing with flies] You jes’ jerk on these-here tendons, kinda sharp-like... [The interview stops here as Ventura FREE PEANUTS WITH THIS hastily retreats to the PI News truck to be violently ill.] Page 10 THE HICKSTON HOG®
THINGS THAT ’a dynamite to an arrow. She’ll fly mightly far with a HURT PEOPLE cross-bow, and the twang of the bow-string is sorta like a banjo. Crowbar - There’s just something so satisfying Rip Saw - This here is your about the bone-jarrin’ dual-purpose killin’ feeling of a cold piece of machine—one mode gives steel laid across a warm ya that close-up chainsaw skull. action, while the other is perfect fer some long- .454 Casull pistol - This distance mutilation. Best ain’t no pea-shooter, boy. watch out for that nasty She packs quite a punch rebound now. and is real accurate from a distance. Alien Arm Gun - Well now, them tendons is a little Shotgun - The primary slimy, and the fireworks it weapon for some up-close lets out’ll burn the hair on and personal killin’. Tap her your arms clean off, but I’ll gently to let off a single be damned if this thing load, or lean on her to won’t crispify just about empty both barrels. anything.
Ranch Rifle - Powder Keg - Thems give Pssst…Don’t tell Sheriff new meanin’ to the phrase Hobbes now, but we done “Handle with care.” I modified this baby to be wouldn’t even recommend fully automatic. Remember, fartin’ too close to these fire in controlled bursts if ya things. You can set ’em off don’t wanna be shootin’ at with just about the sky… anything…Just make shore you shoot ’em from a safe Dynamite - These ain’t distance. eggsackly what you’d call Safe N’ Sane. Light ’em, Well now, I’m just too throw ’em, then get the hell ashamed to talk about this outta the way. here gun. I just know I’m gonna get throwed outta the Crossbow - When yer lodge if anyone sees me throwin’ arm gets a little wearin’ it. But Damnit…it tired, try duct-tapin’ a stick just feels so nice against m’ THE HICKSTON HOG® Page 11
YER HOSTILE Cow - It always amazes me how many slugs you can ENEMY TYPES pump into a cow before she’ll go down. Hell, I hit one with my truck once and Mosquito - You may have it took the radiator and grill heard a yarn or two about completely out. Damn thing the size of the insect life just kept on walkin’ cross here in the deep South. the road too, as if it never Now, I suggest ya don’t paid me no nevermind. I’ll take these stories too tell ya, them animals make lightly, ’cause I’ve seen for some great cover when some mosquitos in my time your ass is in a bind. They that could suck a full-grown ain’t so bright though; I steer bone dry. Hell, some tipped one over once and it farmers ’round these parts took it nearly a whole day to even claim that a ’skeeter figger out how to get back can carry off a Javelina if it up. gets hungry enough. Ain’t no bug repellent in the Pig - Don’t you be shootin’ world gonna keep these no pigs now, ya hear. Some bastards away, so ya best of my most favorit things on be keepin’ a loaded shotgun this earth is made from them handy if’n you’re gonna go critters. Somehow, them traipsin’ through the animals always seem to lift backwoods. me up when I’m feelin’ down. ’Sides, they ain’t quite as Chicken - Chickens really dumb as chickens and cows don’t make good huntin’, ya know. Piss off a Javelina ’cause they just ain’t much and she might just gnaw yer of a challenge. Now I foot off if’n ya ain’t careful. reckon’ ya might be able to get ’em riled up enough to Dog - Dogs round here ain’t provide some decent target like them lazy city dogs; practice, but as far as I’m they gots t’earn their keep. concerned, theys generally you be might careful not to just a pain in the ass, and is go messin’ ’round with no constantly gettin’ in the farm dogs, ’cause they’re awful tempermental about way. Nope, if ya ask me, a strangers bein’ in their chicken is at its best when territory. Ya best pay its floatin’ way down at the attention to what I’m sayin’ bottom of a J. Cluck’s Deep now, ’cause if ya get one of Fryin’ vat. them mongreloids after yer Page 12 THE HICKSTON HOG®
ass, you’ll be prayin’ for the Hell, he’s so damn old that fastest cowboy boots that’s maybe that’s not so ever graced the face of this impossible to believe. earth. Billy Ray Jeter - Billy Ray Turd Minion - Rumor has it has always been a bit of a that them Turd Minions is loner, and doesn’t care actually made from alien much for comp’ny (even fecal matter. Ayup, you though he does consider heard right, alien shit! most folks to be his cousin, Seems them buggers have an’ in his case, he’s likely found some kind’a way to right). Like many folk round recycle their own crap. They these parts, Billy Ray bring it to life and use them swims in the shallow end of little buggers to do all their the gene pool, if’n you work for them. Damn, I’m catch my drift. Because of startin’ to think I’m on the several generations wrong side here. I mean, of…errrr…selective can ya imagine it? You could breedin’, he is one take a dump and have the mammoth of a man. That little turd go plow the back boy’s skull is so thick I 40! Ah, just as well, those swear you could crack a little freaks probally would bowlin’ ball on it. never get a lick o’ work done, the way they always I heard a rumor about Billy be hoppin’ around like that. Ray recently. Word has it he Nope, more likely they was out frog giggin’ in the wouldn’t be worth…Well, swamp late one night, and worth a shit I imagine. one of them alien space ships sucked his big ass up. Skinny Old Coot - Most of They say they done cloned the town folk are a bit that boy, but was so scared of that skinny old disappointed with the coot. No one can say for results, they dumped the sure how old he is, but he’s whole lot back into the been livin’ round here since swamp. Now I guess there’s long before anyone else can supposed to be hundreds of remember. Folks say he’s them Billy Ray clones been touched by some bad traipsin’ about, and no one mojo, and now he cain’t be knows which is the original. killed. A few people have Hell, I don’t see what’s so even claimed that they’ve hard to figger out…just look actually seen the old man for the one with the corn die. Somehow though, he mash on his breath. always manages to come back. To make things Alien Hulk Guards - Well worse, the old fart hates now, them alien critters tresspassers, and thinks he don’t appear to be the owns the whole county. sharpest pencils in the box, THE HICKSTON HOG® Page 13 but I’ll be damned if they HEALTH FOOD ain’t the biggest. Not only that, but they is armed to N’ STUFF the teeth (and I think even those might be weapons CowPie™ - Mmmmnnn… too). Far as I can tell, they’s nothin’ like a little simulated some kind of half critter, bovine excrement to fill the half machine type thing. All tummy and make an ailin’ I know for sure is that if you feller fell a little better. really wanna kill one, you better blow his ass to bits. Pork Rinds - They’re crispy, Otherwise, they seem to they’re crunchy, and they’re have some kinda backup made from 100 percent battery contraption that deep-fried, All-American, keeps rechargin’ after a processed pig parts. while. Yummy! If thems don’t make ya feel better, nuthin’ Alien Vixens - It just pains will. my heart to have to fight such a luscuous example of Whiskey - I just can’t hit a femanine beauty. I guess damn thing when I’m sober. when it comes right down I find that just a few nips off to it though, I just can’t the ol’ bottle settles the stomach gettin’ my ass nerves and steadies the whupped by some leather hands. Also takes the sting wearin’ girlie. I must admit off some of them scrapes though, them twin machine and bruises. Don’t drink too guns look purty appealin’. much now…it’s no fun ’Course, you wouldn’t pukin’ on your boots durin’ never catch me tryin’ to use a gunfight. a contraception like that…not in public anyhow. Beer - A six-pack and a loaded shotgun… well Sheriff Hobbes - Sheriff now, it must be killin’ time! Hobbes is not a man to cross when on the wrong side of the Key - Keys can be very law. For that matter, he ain’t a useful when it just wouldn’t man to cross when on the be polite to shoot out the “right” side of the law neither. window. Lester T. Hobbes makes it well known that he puts up with no Hip waders - Not only will guff in his county. You’d these babies let you run like probably find his brand of lightnin’ when you’re knee southern justice is a might deep in pig filth, but they extreme, so be sure you don’t also do a fine job of keepin’ get on his bad side if you don’t the cold outta yer nether wanna end up in the swamps regions. feedin’ the ’gators. Page 14 THE HICKSTON HOG®
Vacuum Hose and Welding Goggles - These ain’t A FEW HELPFUL HINTS: eggsackly what you might call self-contained, but they still make for some damn fine breathin’ aperatus.
Moonshine - Grandma’s recipe will shore ’nuff light When you see your friend Bubba, a fire in yer belly and send hit him in the head with yer ya haulin’ ass down the crowbar to end the level and keep road like a gut shot looking for poor old lost Bessie. javalina! This liquid tonic’ll clear the head and settle a gassy belly. Careful, now, them dynamite fuses is quick! Click once to light 'er, and EATIN’ AN’ DRINKIN’ click again to throw 'er ... you can hold down yer fire button to get a Both will make you feel little more distance in yer better, but beware: the throwin' arm. drunker ya get, the harder it’ll be t’walk straight. An’ the more gut ya get, the The best way to keep yer ass from harder it’ll be t’sneak up on gettin' shot up is to get yer them aliens.
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MOUSE C Eat CowPieª (if owned) Button 1 Fires the selected M Drink moonshine weapon #’s 1-0 Weapons selection Button 2 Walk forward ; or ’ Previous weapon or Button 3 Strafe next weapon JOYSTICK Scroll Lock Holster weapon Movement Direction Keypad 5 Center view Button 1 Fires the selected Home\End Aim up\Aim down weapon PgUp\PgDn Look up\Look down Button 2 Walk forward Ins\Del Peek left\Peek right Button 3 Strafe Pause Pause game (hold Shift to avoid message) GAMEPAD ESC Escape back to Main Movement Direction Menu Button 1 Fires the selected F1 Help and game story weapon F2 Save game Button 2 Walk forward F3 Load game Button 3 Use items or open F4 Sound\Music settings doors F6 Quick save Button 4 Strafe F7 Chase view F8 Toggle messages KEYBOARD On\Off Arrows Movement F9 Quick Load Spacebar Use items or open F10 Quit to DOS doors F11 Brightness Tab 2D map modes F12 Take a PCX screen Shift + Arrow Run shot Caps Lock Auto run - (minus) Shrink screen (faster Alt + Arrow Strafe in direction of play) arrow key + (plus) Enlarge game screen Ctrl Fire Current weapon A Jump Options for Network Games Z Crouch Alt + F1-F10 Holler at yer kin (just Backspace 180¡ Turn try it and see) [ or ] Select inventory item Shift + F1-F10 Send pre-defined Enter Use current inventory Macro Messages item T Type a message to W Drink Whiskey (if everyone owned) W Show opponent’s B Drink Beer (if owned) weapon Take a quick pee K See Co-Op view ` Y Yee haw THE HICKSTON HOG® Page 17
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ª TECHNICAL DIRECTOR SHERIFF LESTER T. HOBBES BARRY DEMPSEY MOJO NIXON
CREDITS MOTION CAPTURE SPECIALIST ALIEN VIXEN AND PEGGY JO JACOBS XATRIX CHARACTER ANIMATION ENTERTAINMENT AMIT DORON SOUND DESIGN GARY BRADFIELD ORIGINAL CONCEPT, ADDITIONAL ANIMATION DESIGN AND DIRECTION GEORGE KARL MUSIC DREW MARKHAM MOJO NIXON CHARACTER DESIGN THE REVEREND HORTON HEAT PRODUCED BY CORKY LEHMKUHL CEMENT POND GREG GOODRICH MAP PAINTERS ADDITIONAL SOUND EFFECTS GAME PROGRAMMING VIKTOR ANTONOV, MATTHIAS JIM SPURGIN RAFAEL PAIZ BEEGUER STEPHAN BURLE MOTION CAPTURE ACTOR ART DIRECTORS SCULPTORS J.P. MANOUX CLAIRE PRADERIE GEORGE ENGEL, JAKE GARBER MICHAEL “MAXX” KAUFMAN JEFF HIMMEL MOTION CAPTURE VIXEN SHAWN WOLFE LEAD LEVEL DESIGNER CHARACTER VOICES ALEX MAYBERRY PRODUCTION ASSISTANCE LEONARD MINERVA MAYBERRY LEVEL DESIGN BURTON GILLIAM MAL BLACKWELL, SVERRE NUTS AND BOLTS KVERNMO BUBBA, BILLY RAY, SKINNY OL' STEVE GOLDBERG COOT AD THE TURD MINION MARCUS HUTCHINSON SENIOR ANIMATOR AND ARTIST DREW MARKHAM JASON HOOVER BEAN COUNTING MAX YOSHIKAWA THESE ARE THEM FOLKS THAT MADE THIS HERE GAME
Left to Right: Mal Blackwell, Rafael Paiz, Alex Mayberry, Michael "Maxx" Kaufman, Greg Goodrich, Claire Praderie, Drew Markham, Barry Dempsey, Jason Hoover, Amit Doron. Photo by Carlos Serrao. CREDITS Page 37 ADMINISTRATIVE ASSISTANCE DIRECTOR OF COMPATIBILITY The producers of Redneck SERAFIN LEWIS PHUONG NGUYEN Rampage would like to thank the following people... LOCATION MANAGER, ASSISTANT QA DIRECTOR LOUISIANA COLIN TOTMAN Jim Gauer and Enterprise RICK SKINNER Partners, L.L.P. for the green light QA DIRECTOR and the money to produce LOCATION SCOUT, LOUISIANA CHAD ALLISON Redneck Rampage. BRIAN BENOS QA TEAM #2 LEAD: Brian Fargo and Alan Pavlish at PHOTOGRAPHER ANTHONY TAYLOR Interplay for actually buying it. CARLOS SERRAO QA TEAM #2: Mom, Pop and Kitty Markham for ADDITIONAL 3D MODELING BY TYMOTHI LOVING, CHRIS FRANKIE yer' kind hospitality and the 3 NAME 3D ADAM CHANEY, AMY PRESNELL crawfish at yer' Dudley & Gerald's VIEWPOINT DATALABS CHRIS CAYTON in Shreveport, LA. INTERNATIONAL INTERPLAY PRODUCER John Venoble and his wife Peggy AUDIO RECORDED AT BILL DUGAN for the use of yer' wave-runners PACIFIC OCEAN POST, SANTA at Lake Bistineau, Louisiana. MONICA, C.A. INTERPLAY LINE PRODUCER Special thanks to John Venoble CHRIS BENSON for towing us back to the marina CEMENT POND TRACKS after we broke um'. RECORDED AT INTERPLAY LOGO DREAMSTATE RECORDING, TIM DONLEY, CHARLES DEENEN Joe, Bo and Charlene Dowden for BURBANK, C.A. the cruise on the 'Pine Cove THANKS Express' even though we didn't RECORDING ENGINEER CHIP BUMGARDNER, BRAD spot any of yer' there 'gaters like DAVE AHLERT GRACE, KIRK TOME you said we would.
3D BUILD ENGINE LICENSED MARKETING MANAGER Steve and Vivette Middlebrooks FROM JIM VEEVAERT and their son Quaid of the 'Borra 3D REALMS ENTERTAINMENT Borra Booze Cruise' in Bossier PUBLIC RELATIONS City, LA for supplying the Tequila BUILD ENGINE AND RELATED ERIKA PRICE and Dramamine. TOOLS CREATED BY KEN SILVERMAN MANUAL WRITTEN BY Brandi Middlebrooks of Bossier KELLY AND GREG NEWCOMB City, Louisiana -- call us when you turn 18. INTERPLAY SPECIAL THANKS FROM XATRIX PRODUCTIONS SCOTT MILLER, TODD REPLOGLE, Mike and Susan Jarrett for the CHUCK BUECHE, DON MAGGI chaw. A.I. PROGRAMMING ARTHUR ATTILA DONAVAN EXTRA SPECIAL THANKS Ralph & Kacoo's for the shrimp BRIAN FARGO gumbo and hush puppies. LEAD TESTER DARRELL JONES REDNECK RAMPAGE Kelly's Truck Stop, Greenwood, ©1997 XATRIX ENTERTAINMENT, LA. TESTERS INC. TIM ANDERSON, ERICK LUJAN All rights reserved. Redneck The guy at 'The Horseshoe Casino' in TIEN TRAN Rampage and Interplay are Shreveport, Louisiana who rolled 10 trademarks of Interplay straight points before crapping out. IS TECHS Productions. All rights reserved. The Texas Department of Public BILL DELK, AARON MEYERS Interplay is the sole publisher and Safety for not hauling Chuck's distributor. All other trademarks and pucker'd ass off to jail for COMPATIBILITY TECHS copyrights are the property of their exceeding the legal limit MARC DURAN, DAN FORSYTH respective owners. Shreveport Sewage Treatment DEREK GIBBS, AARON OLAIZ Facility for not pressing charges JACK PARKER and for letting us keep the film. Page 38 CREDITS
Justin, Charlie and Little Mr. Tee Kevin Vance, Mike Baumer and Nurture My Pig Tee, the three muddy redneck the rest of the spec. warriors at The Reverend Horton Heat kids of Taylor Town, Louisiana and Naval Special Warfare Center ST-1 their dog Teddy for the inspiration. and ST-5 in Coronado, CA. for "Nurture My Pig" - performed by reminding us that freedom is not Reverend Horton Heat, courtesy of Shawn Green, Jay Wilbur and free (and teaching us a bunch of Sub Pop Records; (P) 1993 Sub Mike Wilson of id Software for really neat stuff.) Pop Records, written by Tom feedin' us the killer Mesquite Foote; ©1990 Horton House BBQ. R. Carter Lipsomb the most Enterprises (BMI). All rights backwards-ass hillbilly Mississippi reserved. Scott Miller at Apogee for all the redneck we know, who was with free Duke Nukem shit and us on that faithful journey to the Trash Can showin' us where to find some Arklatex, for proving to us all that Cement Pond shave-ice. it wouldn't hurt to eat crawfish without removing the mud-vein. “Trash Can” performed by Cement Mom and Pop at 'Pop's Pantry' in Pond; written by Drew Markham; Koran, Louisiana for the beef ribs Crash Craddock, Lynn Wells and ©1997 Scatalogic Music. and for not shootin' at us when we Dimitri LaBarge at TNNET in jumped yer' fence to take a picture Nashville, Tennessee for your Wiggle Stick of yer cute chickens. continued support! The Reverend Horton Heat
Walt Phandl of Phandl Metals, Inc. The Standard Candy Company for "Wiggle Stick" - performed by the only person we could find who making the best damn candy on Reverend Horton Heat, courtesy of is manly and virile enough to the planet and for sending it to us Sub Pop Records; (P) 1993 Sub actually own and shoot a .454 by the truckload! Pop Records, written by James Casull. Heath, p/k/a "Reverend Horton Paul Vais for being a savior, Heat"; ©1990 Horton House K Genecco Gunworks, Stockton, mentor and friend to everyone at Enterprises (BMI). All rights CA Xatrix. reserved.
The Million Dollar Club, Dallas, TX. EXTRA SPECIAL THANKS FOR Vixen PUTTING UP WITH THE LONG Cement Pond Meadow Williams HOURS “Vixen” performed by Cement Del Frisco's Double Eagle Steak Lynn, Nicole and Cathrine Paiz Pond; written by Drew Markham; House, Dallas, TX. Caryn, Alyson, and Shana ©1997 Scatalogic Music. Kaufman The kind and warm hearted Erin and Marlee Blackwell You Can’t Kill Me people of Louisville, Arkansas. Einat Doron and Ygal Doron Mojo Nixon Patricia Fernandez Burge's BAR-B-Q, Cones and Sarah May "You Can't Kill Me" - Produced by Shakes of Louisville, Arkansas. Eric "Roscoe" Amble. Published by - MUSIC Muffin Stuffin Music (BMI), Murrell's Diner in Shreveport, administered by Bug Music. CD Louisiana for the killer grits. UFOs Big Rigs & BBQ "Whereabouts Unknown", 1995 Mojo Nixon Blutarski Entertainment, Inc./Ripe & Jason Graff ... 'The Graffster' ... at Ready. Catalog #Ripe-3825 Kinko's for makin' copies at the "UFOs Big Rigs & BBQ" - copy center. Produced by Eric "Roscoe" Amble. Cement Pond is: Drew Markham Published by - Muffin Stuffin (Guitar and Vocals), Jim Spurgin Wes Stevens at The Talent Group, Inc. Music (BMI), administered by Bug (Lead Guitar), Jason Smith (Drums), Ed James of Troma, Inc. for the Music. CD "Gadzooks!!! The Kitty Markham (Vocals on Vixen). Toxic Avenger paraphernalia. homemade Bootleg", 1997 Needletime Records. Catalog #Needletime 17751-2 John Conley for being one bad- ass mo-fo and keeping Burton Gilliam safe while in L.A.