Haven't invented anyone new lately, and then there is newness. Something came to mind, and it's a person. A fella'. His name is Captain Fire-Groin. He micturates gasoline, and is able to ignite it, using a spark wheel well placed near his glass dick. There is a rubber squeeze bulb hidden behind his ass. It's a crude gag, but it's always fun to start a small fire someplace sweet.
Captain Fire-Groin will turn up in my serial micro fiction sagas. There is one, in progress, about two men who live in an old conversion van, living on Little Debbie Nutty Bars and generic fruit soda. Other characters include Buttwhack Morgan, an S and M maven, and the Von Findrich sisters, three Romanian triplets, formerly a trapeeze act, currently disabled from three cases of identical bursitis.
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