Dookiebooks.com is here to celebrate the awesome anti-hero Dookie!
Dookie is the mindgasm of the moron Tony Kearns. Tony sends Dookie, his boy The General (xris) and his crazy, snowflake & Hipster buddies on world altering adventures against the corporate, religious and of course Governmental Demon infected weak willed ass-hats that control his world.
The story so far, is a continuing adventure from A colourful life and into World war 3. During these first 2 novels we are treated to the sick perversities of Dookie’s world of butt humour, P.C. incorrectness and damn right awesome stupidty.
Tony has also teamed up with the guys at Incunabula media to create a new line of Dookie comics too. The first issue will lauch soon!
TONY
The big Dog: AKA: T, Tony, Oi.
Tony is, first and foremost, a moron. He writes his dribble for your entertainment, when the commandos take over his brain each morning whilst supping on his first few cups of coffee.
Tale of the Tape:
Height:5’9”ish
Weight: 23stone / 322lbs but that’s only cuz of his gut!
Penis Name: I mean who really names their junk eh.
Fight Skills: Shotokan Karate, USMC basic and combat training, over enthusiastic mind.
Likes:
Strongman style weight training, comedy shows, Stand up (as long as he’s sitting down), action movies.
Dislikes:
Your farts, Vegans banging on about being Vegans, the hyper moronic ‘you offended me’ culture we live in, political ass hats, organised religion based on magic people (unless they’re Jedi’s, then it’s ok).
In Brief:
Tony was raised in a loving, caring and nurturing home, so nobody knows what went wrong with him. He left, with his family, the south of England to live in the north of England, then on to America. He finished school out there (maybe that’s where it started going wrong) where he met some nice Mormons, Catholics and other magic man followers (O.K., it’s definitely where it started going wrong). After scrapes with a guy trying to steel his shoes, a car full of gangsters pulling shot guns on him for his place in a traffic jam and some more gang members trying to beat him to death cuz he slapped a fucker at school for being a twat. The young moron listened to the crack commando squad in his head and joined the Corps. After an intense few years of life on the west coast (we wont go into any more detail), the crack commando squad was rehoused in his grey matter, and Tony returned to the rainy climbs of Blighty. Now living in the constant rain and clouds of Wales, the commandos have retaken control of the moron.
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