Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Do You Think Wee Wee's World Would Suck as A Movie?

How many really good movies have you watched during your lifetime compared to the really shitty movies?  I bet the ratio is 1 out of 200.

After you watch a movie once, let's say Pulp Fiction, what makes you watch it a 2nd and 3rd time?  I'll give you a hint.  It's not the story line.  No, instead it's so you can fast forward to the scenes you like and forget about the rest.

How unsatisfying an experience is that when you really think about it.

Hollywood doesn't make movies like Scarface any more.  That's probably the greatest movie ever made.

Well, Scarface and Wee Wee's World once it's made into a movie.

Greg Groovie

Friday, June 9, 2017

Hitler Exposed in Wee Wee's World

Wee Wee's World

In this scene, Leonard has a dream where he confronts Hitler.  

Here it is:

Then out of nowhere, I heard the faint sound of high heels from a distance.  Hitler even turned his head to see what it was.  As I'm looking in the direction of the sound, it's getting louder, and I can see three black ladies in elegant, glittery nightgowns walking towards me. 

The women stand next to Hitler.  The lady in the middle counted off “A one…a two…a one, two, three, four.”

The ladies started a dance routine and snapped their fingers like some backup singers.  

They started singing in a beautiful three-part harmony:
Hitler is a jerk,
Hitler is a jerk,
Mr. Tiny pulled his weenie
Now it doesn't work.

I laughed and applauded their singing. “Wow, that was groovy.” 

I got up and danced in front of Hitler with the nail gun in my hand while the ladies sang chorus after chorus of the same little tune.

While I danced around Hitler, I nonchalantly popped a nail or two in him.  The best part about the whole thing was hearing him scream every time a nail entered his body.  Sometimes I’d hit him with four or five nails at once just to hear him scream louder.

After the fiftieth chorus, I must have put two hundred nails in Hitler, mostly in his legs and his arms because I didn't want to puncture any vital organs that could’ve killed him instantly. 

The singers’ act was coming to a close.  They kept singing the tune while they walked backward away from me and Hitler.  Their voices got softer and softer the further away they walked.  Eventually, they were gone and it was just me and Hitler again.

Hitler struggled to stay conscious. 

I sat down on the chair and said to him, “Okay, jerk, this is your last chance to tell me why you killed millions of people.  I know Mr. Tiny pulled your weenie and now it doesn't work, but if you don't give me an honest answer in the next thirty seconds, your heart won't work either.” 

“You stupid fool,” he spat out. “You have no idea who your son is or what he is capable of.  Wee Wee made me do it.  He made me kill millions of people, you Jew cocksucker.  Go ahead and ask him.  And put me out of my fucking misery.”  I pulled off his gas mask and he keeled over.  He died from the Zyklon B in the air, the same Zyklon B that Hitler used in his concentration camps to asphyxiate Jews.

Greg Groovie 

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Wee Wee Killed The Hulk

Wee Wee and Leonard watch an episode of the Hulk.

Wee Wee says, "Hey Dad, watch this."  He crawls inside the tube and makes his way to the Hulk's brain via his ear.

The next thing you know the Hulk lands on his face, and the tv station has technical difficulties.

Whoever said the Hulk couldn't be killed is full of shit.

It was almost an after thought to end his life.  It was no big deal.

Sorry Marvel.


Saturday, June 3, 2017

Poor Loser Leonard Litkovitz Had an Abnormally Low Sperm Count

Welcome to the blog for my new novel Wee Wee's World.  I'm Greg Groovie, the book's author, and I'll be your host.

Loser Leonard Litkovitz couldn't have children of his own because of an abnormally low sperm count.

So what does God do?

He blesses Leonard with a killer ventriloquist dummy Son named Wee Wee.

I know what you're thinking.  This is just another stupid ass psycho ventriloquist story like the rest of them.

I can assure you it's anything but that, but of course you'll be the ultimate judge.

That is what us humans do best, isn't it? - judge everybody and everything.

I'm not saying that judging is wrong.

I am saying that Wee Wee's World takes a fresh approach to how judging is interpreted.

See what I mean in my next post.

Comments are most welcome.  You can be as vulgar as you want.  I can handle being judged.

Thanks for reading.


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