Well, that’s it. That’s how the story ends, with President Stugotz and Professor Lambert conspiring to create a toilet gator of their very own. What will they do with it? God only knows…or maybe I do.
Thanks to you blog readers who liked these posts even though you had no idea what this book is about. It will make sense when the book is self-published, hopefully by the end of 2019.
Now on to “Son of Toilet Gator!”
Natalie got her wish. NN1 is no longer just the home of hot ass blonde chicks with big titties. Now there will be a diverse array of female reporters with average to below average looks and titty sizes.
Do you think ratings will suffer? Discuss.
Wow, Rusty and Friends really take their Male-on-Male Hug Club seriously don’t they?
Do you think Gordon would be happy knowing his picture is hanging on that wall?
Did you see this happy ending coming?
I could go on, but I’ll let Mutumbo sum it up for me:
“Yes, I will be very good for Mr. Cole, sir,” Mutumbo said as he hugged Valerie. “And thank you, Mrs. Valerie, ma’am, for rescuing me from that third world hellhole, a place where I have known nothing but death, destruction, torture and torment since the day I was born and bringing me here to America, where soon, God willing, I will become a typical American child, telling my new parents that they have ruined my life beyond all repair simply for buying me the wrong plastic toy.”
You’re nobody until you’ve been zinged by President Vinny Stugotz, who, as we just learned, is the best at ordering extra cheese pizzas.
What do you think Cole will ask of our esteemed POTUS?
Love amongst the toilet gator guts. Who saw that coming?
I did. You should have too.
By now, it had to be obvious that the Angry Barracuda was going to play a big role in taking Skippy down. At least, I hope I built it up enough.
Thank God that Apache attack helicopter fell off the back of a truck.