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
Midgets been missing for a while now but Im not a Pinebluff Glenn Estates parental making the uniforms do Amber Alerts all day. It dont work like that on Yellow Street. Little sisters probably rutting through junk like a little sister ought to. I check all the best piles but nope. Next I look under the table where Midget likes to sleep cute like a baby kangaroo but nope. Then I check the bathtub where she likes to play naked but nope. Little bitch isnt anywhere. I start working up a sweat before I think a Robbies garage. I bust in and sure enough theres Midge staring way up high.
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Back when Robbie was holding road signs, he used the cash to transform his garage into what he called a bachelors den even though he let Dag and Midge and Little Lamb in too. He styled it up like he was an amazing style faggot from TV. He stringed up Christmas lights and found a rug that didnt have hardly any stains. Theres a boom box too that works if you put the Illustrated World Encyclopedia of Guns on the CD door to keep it shut. He painted the walls up neat and in the middle he put a metal table with beautiful flower designs, and in the center he gave a place a honor to a cool ass statue of Stonewall Jackson. Stonewall Jackson was this Civil War dude that had a army that beat the sharkweek outta armies ten times bigger just like in Lord of the Rings. Robbies real into the Civil War cuz he says his full name is Robert Edward and his folks named him that cuz hes a distant relative of Robert E Lee, Stonewall Jacksons boss. Dont ask me if its true. But I hope it is.
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Gay TV style faggots taught me how all rooms need a signature piece and I guess Robbies signature piece is this big gold couch he got from the street and bleached for germs. You always got a mess a bug bites when you relaxed on the golden couch but still as signature pieces go its pretty dope. Back in the day? The good old day? Dang, boy. Wasnt any better place in the world to smoke a bowl or huff a bag or slurp a supermilk than Robbies super styling secret bachelor den.
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