“As part of Third Leg Thursday, please welcome the man you’ve all been waiting for, our hottest draw and biggest Whorebag, sci-fi author and perennial Man Child, KEEeeeeeeeeEEENT WAYNE!”
KC and the Sunshine Band’s “Get Down Tonight” blares over the speakers as I make my way onstage, my big ol’ piece swaying between my knees. Soccer moms go wild and start throwing panties and dollas at my nekkid body, littering the stage with garments and bills. I shake up two cans of whipped cream, throw my head back, fill my mouth with delicious white froth—PSSHHHH—and rub the excess all over my body. The ladies go wild.
“STOP!”
The doors burst open. A flood of indignant husbands and their angry douche-jock children flood into the club. Chaos erupts amongst the moms.
“Gotta get the fuck outta here—”
“Let me at that last line of coke—”
“Too much DMT—I’m merging with All That Was and All That Is!”
“LADIES!” I pat the air with my hands, trying to restore order. “If you could please just—”
“You’re dead, Kent—DEAD!” Husbands and douche-sons come surging toward me, making chopping motions down by their crotches. Holy Fuckles—they’re gonna cut off my award-winning salami!
Can’t let that happen. So I reach into my [CENSORED], pull out my eReader, and open it to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers. Magic flash.
“RAAAAAAHHHH!!!” I throw my arms back and roar at the sky. My wiener launches up from between my kneecaps straight up through the roof, hundreds of feet into the air. For dozens of miles around, my enormous phallus becomes strikingly visible, punching past the cloud layer and poking through the atmosphere.
It is a sign of solidarity, a beacon of fellowship amongst the Thick. A signal that one of their own is in dire straits, and requires the aid of his fellow womb-hammers.
And so they come. They come en masse.
Winged cocks descend from above. Every one of them qualifies as premium penis—girthy, veiny but not TOO veiny, and curved up. They zip through the club, battering my would-be murderers with glans and frenulum.
“AHHH! FLYING COCKS! WHAT THE FUCK!”
“OH GOD IT’S COMING RIGHT AT MY MOUT—GLOMPF!”
“THEY SMELL LIKE CHEESY SOCKS! THE HORROR! THE HORROR!”
I run out of the club, cackling like the cat that got the cream. Trynna stifle my Man Whore madness? Not a chance assholes, not a chance.
HEH heh heh!
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