It’s time for Keene to die…

I wasn’t officially invited or anything, but I love the guy.  (as a writer and as a person; any chance you get to meet him, let alone buy some of his work, DO IT!)
Make sure you visit: www.briankeene.com as an All-Star Cast of writers partook in the fun as well.

If you like any of the stories–and how in the hell can you not?–then please consider buying a copy of Jack Haringa Must Die as all proceed benefit The Shirley Jackson Awards.

Here’s my offering.  Enjoy!

           Penis Envy

     I didn’t set out to kill Brian Keene; just wanted to tell him a joke…

     Around a mouthful Strongbow I said, “I bet my penis is bigger.”

     He almost died then and there from the laughter, Knob Creek slopping from his glass as he held onto the bar-top like a sailor clinging to a mast in the midst of a storm.

     Then I showed him…

     Poor guy fell off his stool, his brain reduced to nothing more than an over-nuked piece of lasagna; his face a mask of shocked disbelief…

  Hahaha; long live the four inch Penis King!

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