What happened to LSUChicageaux and the trough?

He retired. Other obligations becoming too much.

Poor lil' fella just laid there all sick-like, eyes kinda glassy. The extra leg twitched occasionally, and the dorsal fin just kinda flopped like a stained religious pamphlet in the wind. Both caudal udders were leaking a milky yellow sludge, like broken Hollandaise. The bifurcated tail drew an imaginary infinity, and the stingers along the back glistened with what was once a potent venom, now just some tart juice.

A mottled, dimpled tongue lolled out of the beast's mouth and then slipped back in with a wheeze. The doctor turned to the man and said, "I'm afraid there's not much more that we can do. He surely looks like he has destroyed his last village."

The man said, "Doc, what the f**k is it?"

The doctor replied, "Dunno. Townsfolk have been kinda scared of you since you decided to keep it as a pet, considering it has eaten over 300 dogs and cats. You took care of our problem with strays and sick horses, but it ate some real nice pets, too. When it gave birth to those octopus-looking koala bear bats and then consumed them in the town square, well, people just stayed away. Where did you even get such a beast?"

The man replied, "Remember that meteor that hit that chemical truck that slammed into that experimental fusion lab? I found him in that gully out back. I named him for that place."

The beast belched and a dung beetle crawled out. The beast closed its eyes.

"Goodbye, The Trough."

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The beast closed its eyes.

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FWIW, I really enjoyed reading the Trough too. Thanks for the memories.

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LSUChicageaux

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When you announced the death of The Trough... I started posting. Sadly, it hasn't filled the emotional void.

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I told him, "Don't stop until I look like Chris Owens turning into a Thundercat."

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From Wiki about her

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She was born in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania in 1935, not 1918 as others have claimed.

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:rotflmao:

BTW, Chicageaux, Thanks so much for providing the greatly entertaining predictions. Friends from other schools looked forward to reading your forecasts every week.

The trough was some brilliant stuff, a potent mix of clever farks and biting satire.

Sadly, he may have been a victim of Gloria Estefan syndrome, where the words get in the way.

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Gloria Estefan syndrome

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I thought this was being on a bus with a Cuban lady, and the bus is hit by a semi. Either one applies here, really.