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Chapters (38)
  1. Cover
  2. Also By Daniel Kraus
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Money
  7. Supermilk
  8. Bugs
  9. My Wiener
  10. Gwendolyn
  11. Midget
  12. Walgreen
  13. Dick Trickle
  14. Scrapbook
  15. Apples
  16. Dag
  17. Love
  18. My Wiener Part 2: The Two Towers
  19. Moms
  20. Phone Call
  21. Phone Call 2
  22. Punch
  23. Robbie
  24. Natural Light
  25. Flypaper
  26. Kyle
  27. Queen
  28. Fam
  29. Dragon
  30. Walgreen 2
  31. Dick Trickle 2
  32. Feast
  33. Shower
  34. Music
  35. The Fly
  36. My Wiener Part 3: The Return of the King
  37. Mrs F
  38. Ghosts

We hurry our asses outside and ring the bell but, you know, we got to be inside to hear it, so we haul ass back inside but we go too slow so we run our asses back out and ring it again and this time are ready so we sprint inside hard as hell but still cant tell if the ring is ringing full force so we do the whole thing again and again till we get laughing so hard we belong in the lockup with Lotte. Midges so silly she takes a break to bust out some more excellent headstands on the lawn but sometimes I get in a mood where I go outta my dang head, so I keep going, ringing and running, ringing and running.

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Robbie fixes me with a murder look so I know the doorbells got him bugging but I keep at it. Im not deaf. I can hear the call with Mrs F turn bad, and talks dont ever go bad with a nice old bitch like Mrs F. But like I said this day is realer than any day previous, just like tonights gonna be realer than any Halloween ever before, and every time I run past Robbie I hear him say cold robocop crap like <I dont want you calling me anymore, Mrs F> and <Listen to me, youre not welcome here.> Stuff that might break your heart if you werent running around like youre racing the devil.

Punch

Punch

Fat boy hits hard. I must a been out ringing the doorbell the millionth time when he hanged up on Mrs F cuz Im zooming by the kitchen when he cement trucks me. Boom, Im buried in trash with my face smushed to a paper plate that smells like burrito. Robbies got me pinned and is whaling. Hitting real heavy across my back and kidneys. Dang, robocop, dang. Ill be pissing pink after this. He cracks a punch to the back a my head and my nose explodes and now Im tasting blood. No, man. You dont do that to your people. So I start hollering how Robbies a retard dicksuck that squats to pee and that he best get off my back unless he wants to get got.

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Cuz Im a wily little guy I get myself turned rightside even under all that flab. Dude looks scary. His faces purpler than when he does his worthless ass pullups. Veins pushing out his forehead. Hair stuck to his face like hes half zebra. Roaring nonsense how he aint got time for a white trash fake ass robocop little bitch like me.

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