The Wedgie Gang

Welcome! We're Just Gettin Started! (A Note from the Creator!)

Hello and welcome to the official blogsite of everyones favourite wedgie giving hyenas! I started this to give people a place to view all of the content related to The Wedgie Gang without being bogged down with other random pics, videos and links that I often share on the facebook and tumblr groups. There will be none of that here, only The Wedgie Gang.

As you can probably see this is sort of a rush job and I'm building the blog up as I go along. I did originally start one for The Wedgie Gang under another account but one thing led to another and the account ended up being deleted along with the blog (nothing bad happened, just general things and stuff).

So, where am I intending to go with this? Well I'm hoping to develop The Wedgie Gang a lot more over the course of 2016 and further develop their personalities, and create some new characters to both help and hinder them along their (mis)adventures. I've also had a few ideas for some potential comics involving the trio, however I'm still working out the finer details on that front.

So enough of my rambling; welcome to the house of madness, feel free to contact me via facebook, tumblr, twitter or any other sites I'm on with questions, ideas, thoughts and so on. I really do enjoy working with these three amigos as much as I enjoy entertaining you :-)

Tokky

The Rivals!

People have different interpretations of what it means to sag your pants. For The Wedgie Gang…ITS A DARE!

This is why The Wedgie Gang always have their underwear on full display. They’re daring people to attempt to wedgie them. WG members are experts at giving wedgies so it only makes sense that they be experts at avoiding them as well; therefore gang members are expected to ALWAYS have their pants sagging and underwear easily accessible no matter what; to pull their pants up is in their eyes a sign of weakness.

Of course this philosophy also goes beyond the gang itself. They see any intentional saggers as individuals who are confident they can avoid their wedgies and therefore challenging them to give it their best shot.

Meet Clyde and Blabbit. The Wedgie Gangs rivals!!!

Skidderz

He’s here to give wedgies and chew bubble gum….and at the moment he seems to only be interested in the latter :-P

This young ‘yena has a passion for rap, when he isn’t causing trouble he’s bustin rhymes in his room (although he’s not very good at it).

Unfortunately for him his small size often makes him an easy target for Atomica and Burner to practice their pranks on, although Skidderz knows it’s all in good fun (and he’ll get them back later

The Pantsing Projectile

(Suggested by Wedgie-Write on Deviantart, sheep character is his)

The pantsing projectile technique isn’t exactly Skidderz favorite move

Lost in Translation

Yes Burner did that in ONE swift motion.

His wedgie skills are THAT GOOD!!

Never Underestimate a Wedgie Master

….no matter how small they may be.

This raccoon had just bought himself a crate of beer and upon leaving the store found Li’ll Skidderz standing in front of him.

Skidderz asked the raccoon if he could have one of his beers. The raccoon snarled and shoved his way past Skidderz.

“Well how about i give you the money and you go buy me a sixpack of my own then?” The young hyena shouted.

“Get lost kid!” The raccoon shouted back without even turning around. “I ain’t got time for little pimpsqueaks who cant even dress themselves!”

Skidderz scowled at the raccoon. “Come again?!”

The raccoon stopped, turned around and angrily shouted “I said you’re a dumb little s**t who cant dress himself! What’s the matter kid was your mommy too busy to dress you this morning. YEESH! PULL YER FRIGGIN PANTS UP FOR F**K SAKE!”

Skidderz spoke in a calm tone but maintaining his vicious scowl. “That’s it! You just crossed the line buddy! No one insults the Wedgie Gang uniform and gets away with it!”

The raccoon laughed sarcastically “The Wedgie Gang?! Seriously?! Am I supposed to be threatened by that?! Am i supposed to be pissing my pants begging you for mercy with a name like that?! So just why are you called The Wedgie Gang?”

Skidderz smiled and began to walk towards the big intimidating raccoon “You’re about to find out.”

The raccoon gave another sarcastic laugh. “Ohh im so scared!” He sarcastically cried. “I’m about to get my ass handed to me by a little kid with his pants round his ankles. Seriously kid! What’s a little diaper baby like you gonna do to a big fat motherf****r like me?”

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When the raccoon came round he felt intense pressure on his balls and a sharp pain in his ass. It then dawned on him that he’d somehow been put into a nasty hanging wedgie. The raccoon struggled helplessly trying desperately to rip his already well worn tighty whities. He glanced over to see the crate of beer he’d only just bought had been completely pillaged and all that was left were a load of empty bottles.

Just off to the side the raccoon could see stumbling around and barley able to walk straight, a drunken Skidderz.

The raccoon was furious, he flailed frantically, trying to get his hands on the cheeky hyena who’d drunk his booze but his underwear just would not break. “WHY YOU PESKY LITTLE…..!!!!”

*Hick* Skidderz interrupted. “Who’s the *Hick* diaper baby now eh *Hick*?” The drunken hyena picked up the last bottle of beer and began to stagger away from the helpless raccoon.

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!!! I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE ONLY 8 YEARS OLD!!!! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I’M GONNA BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY!!!!”

“*Hick* Ya shoulda just bought me a *Hick* sixpack like i asked ya to GRAMPS!!”

The raccoon was now filled with bloodthirsty rage “THAT’S IT!!! JUST YOU WAIT!!! BY THE TIME IM THROUGH WITH YOU NOT EVEN DENTAL RECORDS WILL BE ABLE TO IDENTIFY YOU!!!!!”

Skidderz continued staggering away giggling drunkenly at the angry raccoon. “HATERS GONNA HATE!!” he shouted back as he stumbled away into the night, singing a random drunken song to himself.

The End