THUMP “Sir.” THUMP “Sir?” THUMP “Sir!?” “Call me Bobby.” “Uh-huh. Can you stop bouncing your testicles against my head?” “Well, you should know that it’s not just the testicles. I’m working with the whole potato salad here.” “I have no idea what that means.” “That’s okay. They do.” “They?” “The readers.” “What the fuck are … Continue reading Bouncing Wobblers*