The Air-Bubble Shartbag
You know that weird sensation when you’ve eaten too many HoHos, and just got done watching a marathon of Sanford n’ Son on TV Land so you’re lightheaded from the antics of Redd Foxx, and you sit up too fast, and your head spins?
So you reach over to steady yourself by grabbing on to your mid century oak side table, the one with the collectors item Doctor Who Zygon you purchased at Comicon two years ago after meeting the late, great Stan Winston?
But because you’re dizzy, you miss the table entirely, and slip on your vintage old-school Colecovision you hooked up to your TV to impress last night’s hott by showing her your prowess at playing Mr. Do’s Castle?
And you stumble backwards, landing on your stained rug butt first, hitting it so hard, you let out a tiny air-bubble shart?
That’s this guy.
Air-Bubble Shart.
With matching belt buckle.
