Issue #7: Pages 37 & 38

My cousin had a wicker chair in the kitchen. He called it the butt chair. He said this is why and grabbed a butter knife. He crawled underneath and stabbed upwards. I felt my shorts poke into my ass. His mom yelled, 'Woody! Stop that! Don't ruin another chair!' All the chairs in the kitchen had holes in the seats. My fame in the summer and stayed for one week and I cried every time in the car on the way home. And I kept two pet woodticks on my dick to remind me of the pond and one of them was named Woody.