The Bumpit, The Snuggies & A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

The following story is a collaboration betweenmehttp://www.whyisdaddycrying.com and me.  He is a hilarious writer, proud papa, and fellow Chicagoan that I’ve come to know through Twitter.  He makes me laugh multiple times every single day by the insanely witty things that pop out of his imagination.  His blog is all about fatherhood and all the other funny things that life throws his way.  We were encouraged by some other fellow Twitter friends to join forces and write a story together, so we put our whacked-out brains together and came up with the following crazy tale. The blue lines are written by him, and the pink ones are written by me.  Buckle your seat belts cause you’re in for one wild ride! 

 

THE BUMPIT, THE SNUGGIES & A CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE

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Every time I smell the scent of butter frying in a pan, I can’t help but think of the scent of her neck, the way hair grew on only the knuckles of her feet, and how she could beat me in thumb-wrestling with her pinky.

 I always found solitude in the unibrow that framed her over-sized googly eyes, and her summer-toothed smile (some were here, some were there) that just melted my heart into a thousand tiny pieces.

Those were the thoughts twirling in my head as I finished shaving the hair off the back of my last customer of the day where I work at Max’s Back & Bikini Wax.

As I swept up the last of Big Bertha’s pubes and Captain Carl’s back fuzz, I knew that I needed to get in touch with the woman who showed me what love was all about. 

Slowly I slid my pants back on, being careful not to catch them on the 12-inch knife cut she gave me just a month ago….the last time I saw her. 

 She had been raging mad because I’d accidentally thrown away her most prized possession, her Bumpit.

 I mean, how the hell was I supposed to know it was her girl toupee when it looked like Uncle Ned had come by our trailer again and left behind one of his fetish dolls?

That fight was the last I saw of her, and word on the street was that she was dancing for dollars at the Pink Puttycat Parlor down in the back woods of Alabama.

But “word on the street” wasn’t gonna stop me from giving it one last shot – so I called her number, 1-900-HOTT-ASS.

When she answered the phone, I could tell she was reading a script as she robotically told me just what she’d do to me and a vat of Velveeta cheese, and I got so excited at hearing that burly voice once again that I nearly pissed myself.

I quickly took a deep breath, checked to make sure I hadn’t made a wet spot on myself, and said, “Hey sugar-britches it’s your little waddly boodly boo.”

After about three minutes of dead silence, she laid into me for all the things I’d done to drive her away, like calling her brother a man-whore, using her wart cream as toothpaste, taking all the Beeno without asking, and throwing away her precious Bumpit.

Those words pushed me to my breaking point, so I angrily reminded her of the time she made me wear her Bumpit backwards while we had sex so she could comb it, and how she made me “wear” a tampon all day so I could “empathize,” and how my father had to get a restraining order against her so she’d stop breaking in his house to smell his dirty underwear.

I knew I’d gone too far when all I heard was silence on the other end, but then she blurted out my worst nightmare—she’d married that son-of-a-bitch neighbor of theirs who sold imitation Snuggies out of his trailer.

Slamming the phone down I knew I was finally going to have to pay a little visit to my safety-deposit box to retrieve and begin swift implementation of my diabolical master plan to rid trailer Snuggie sellers from the county once…….and for all!!

Gathering up my lighter fluid and matches from my highly protected treasure box, I headed on over to the White T Timbers Trailer Park to pay a visit to old Mike Hunt and his Snuggie wannabe piles of shit.

Hopping off my fire-engine red Schwinn bicycle with flesh colored truck nutz hanging off the back, I reached in my backpack for my matches and lighter fluid while hawking a loogie on the ground so that anyone watching knew that I meant business!!

With my purple pleather shit kickers, I knocked down Mike’s shower curtain front door, grabbed as many fake Snuggies as I could from his king-sized brass waterbed and lit the biggest damn bonfire that trailer park had ever seen.

Then I tossed the remainder of the Snuggies on the front basket of my Schwinn, looked around to see if anyone was watching, checked my kick-ass pleathers I nicknamed “my shit kickers,” lifted a leg to let off some “steam,” and peddled off towards Tammie’s house where I knew I could finish the deed. 

Tammie was waiting for me on a lawn chair in her front yard, and after punching me smack dab in the teeth, she grabbed me by the neck and pressed her big red lips, crusty cold sore and all, right up to mine.

“That better be a shit-ton of snuggies in your pansy-ass bike basket idiot boy or else I’m gonna make you clean Rufus’ anal glands again while me and the neighbor twins drink beer and watch ya,” she said in her super seductive smoker’s voice while stopping every 5th word to hack up a lung.

In between grabbing and groping each other’s cottage cheese asses, we managed to gather up the shit-ton of burned Snuggie bits and erect a commemorative statue of them in the side yard of Tammie’s trailer, attracting thousands of supporters of the anti-Snuggie movement to come and pay their respects.

We were partying, drinking 40s, shooting guns in the air, stripping, taking turns with the neighbor’s goat, and that’s when I noticed the most horrifying, disgustingly sexiest, f@*k-o-licious part of Tammie I’d never seen before…..she had a third nipple!

The fact that Tammie had one overgrown testicle just like me, combined with this latest revelation of a third nipple just like mine confirmed to me that stealing her from that one-legged pimp all those years ago down by the river was the smartest decision I ever made.

To this day I still don’t understand why that fur-wearing bastard only had one gold leg made instead of two, but I’m chalking it up to the thought that maybe he’s just a big fan of hopping?

At any rate, I finally had my honey schnuckimcakes back, and I figured that if I could swipe her from a no good son-of-a-bitch gimp bastard, then surely I could snitch her from Mike Hunt and his lair of fake blanket robes.

And I had just the thing, buried deep in the crotch of my pants, that was guaranteed to seal the deal and bring her to her knees begging for me to be hers for the rest of our unnaturally born, inbred lives.

I lifted my one oversized very sweaty ball and pulled out a brand new Bumpit to replace the one I’d thrown away, complete with the biggest rock of a Ring Pop I could find at the arcade.

With a Marlboro Red cigarette hanging from her lower lip and eyes popping out of her weathered face she stood there dumbfounded and expressionless before suddenly reaching deep down into the crotch of her pants.

She, too, pulled out a Bumpit and even a comb and told me that I could do the styling during sex next time.
 

This was the moment I’d waited for my entire life and was the reason I’d worn tear-off pants and a condom every day since I was 13.

So I ripped off my pants to expose my leopard print thong that was emblazoned with the words, “For f@*k’s sakes, will you marry me or what?”

A smile crept across Tammie’s face as she ripped off her shirt to reveal a custom-made bra with three cups for her boobs and extra nipple with “You Damn Skippy” also emblazoned across it.

As we embraced in a sloppy, tonsil-hockey kiss, the whole trailer park came out to cheer us on, even Mike Hunt & the golden-legged pimp, and the two of us lived happily ever after in a van down by the river.

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20 Responses

  1. Well, now you’ve done it. Gone and posted my life story about me and my hunny buns. 😛 Loved it!

    • Glad you liked it, and next time we’ll ask for permission before we go telling all your dirty little secrets, k? 😉

  2. ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS!!!!! Thanks for making my day!! 🙂

  3. Love it! You two brighten my day … well, mainly because now I feel awesome about myself! Life could be worse, I could be those guys …

    • Woo hoo! Glad to hear you liked it! Yeah, Tammie could make anyone feel better about their own situation. She’s a hot mess.

  4. I have no words to tell you how freakin’ much I loved this! You two are now officially my favorite bloggers {don’t tell my other blogger friends 😉 }
    I BEG you to PLEASE do this again!

    • Yay! So glad you liked it & that we kicked those other bloggers out of the way for you. 😉 Oh, and stay tuned, there might just be a sequel rollin’ out in the future….

  5. Nothing but pure genius WTG you two, hilarious and hawt!!! Sounds like there could be a second story, hmmm…. Trashy Chronicles volume II ??!

  6. that was some funny stuff! i peed myself laughing so much love it:-)

  7. That there is the prediest couple I have ever done seen. Ned had to route around in his trouser pockets for his slightly yellowed handkerchief from missed laundry days past so I could clear my sinuses from the crap that gets stuck there when I am blubbering away like a beached whale. Yup, that was the most beau-di-ful, ro-man-ti-cal love story I have ever done heard. Probably would have pissed my panties if I had been wearing any. Course Ned is now madder then a mare in heat with no stallion in sight cause the bedding needs to be washed. I hope he remembers to run his freaking hanky over the washboard too.

  8. yep. y’all are eff’in crazy but i ❤ u!

  9. Awesome! This should be illegal! LOL

  10. This is hilarious!!! Your descriptions were, well, very accurate of the picture LOL. I had the best laugh I’ve had in a LONG time. I know you two must have had a blast while writing this…classic!!

  11. Your are welcome! When you asked for my wedding photo..I really didn’t know why but now I do!

    Funny as hell. Great job guys!

  12. y’all are just stupid. (and I mean that in a good way).

    I’ll tell my trailer-trash relatives that you wrote their engagement story……..you forgot to mention their ages (the girl was 14 & the guy was 52) 🙂

    • Oh, trust me, I think everybody has some trailer-trash relatives! It takes all kinds to make the world go round, right? 🙂

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