Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Lumpy and Stephanie
First we have Stephanie. A cool breeze of hottness on a warm, boobie-summer day.
Then we have Lumpy. The Eighth Dwarf. Like Sleazy, Dopey and Asswipe before him, Lumpy left the land of fairy tales to get Jesus tatts and skull necklaces.
How did Stephanie and Lumpy come together in a cohabitation of taint, somewhere in an abandoned YMCA rec room? There’s a story that involves the elfstones of Shannara, helium based Wehrmacht Luftwaffe and a gallon of chickenfat.
But were I to tell it, I’d have to give up drinking and focus. And that ain’t happenin’.
