Chapters (38)
- Cover
- Also By Daniel Kraus
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Money
- Supermilk
- Bugs
- My Wiener
- Gwendolyn
- Midget
- Walgreen
- Dick Trickle
- Scrapbook
- Apples
- Dag
- Love
- My Wiener Part 2: The Two Towers
- Moms
- Phone Call
- Phone Call 2
- Punch
- Robbie
- Natural Light
- Flypaper
- Kyle
- Queen
- Fam
- Dragon
- Walgreen 2
- Dick Trickle 2
- Feast
- Shower
- Music
- The Fly
- My Wiener Part 3: The Return of the King
- Mrs F
- Ghosts
Anyway Robbie focused his rage on Coach S. If youre from around here I dont have to tell you how it went down. It was climactic as hell. Last game a the year. Clock running out and all that. Knights got to win or they miss the playoffs and around these parts thats worse than 9/11. And Robbie does what he always does. He busts out with the ball like a robocop on fire. Nobodys got the ability to stop his powerful ass. Crowds jumping. Cheerleader tits bouncing. Player is in full effect. The kind a stuff you dream about. Robbie never crossed that field so victorious since he carried Mrs Fs little boy to safety.
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Nobody in the world knows why Robbie did what he did except me. Robbie blended me another supermilk and told me exclusive. He was hauling ass down the sideline to win the game and he happened to pass Coach S and Coach S wasnt cheering or clapping or nothing. He was smirking like he owned Robbies ass. That filled Robbie with feelings, you know? Like his ass had been played by grown men that oughta know better and all this cheering was for selfish ass adult mightyduckers that looked the other way.
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Robbie stops right on the one yard line. Id give my left nut to see a video of that. Homes just pulls up short. Coach S is making noise now, right? Hes jumping and spitting like hes having a epileptical. Robbie turns around so cold the other team just backs off. Players are standing all confused and the refs are whistling their whistles and just like that the Knights whole season is junked but Robbie doesnt care, hes walking then jogging then sprinting full force at the bench and before anyone knows whats up fat boy takes out Coach S with the baddest hit anybodys seen all game. Robbies life is full of wack ass stuff but that hit? He can stand tall on that forever.
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Takes like ten players to stop Robbie bashing. A while back I met this Mexican working the corner across from school, goes by the name a Speck, and Speck says he was sitting in the front row chomping a chili cheese dog when that legendary occurrence occured, and he says Coach Ss face was like a plate of blood and teeth. They ambulanced that big blond bastard out a there quick but it was too late cuz he was messed up big time.
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