Psycho Proctologists - Hakuna Matata, Vagina Dentata (Psycho Proctologists #2)
By W.W. Pecker
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The Psycho Proctologists are back, and this time they're on the hunt for demons who hide in the dankest, darkest crevices of existence. And this time, they unwittingly uncover a nefarious plot aimed at eradicating the most sacred of human institutions:
Sex.
But no worries. Because when demonic maws threaten to munch on all that is good and decent in humanity, you can depend on a gynecologist, her prodigy son the Honey Badger, and two butt doctors.
They're the Psycho Proctologists. And they've got your back.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
W. W. Pecker was named for the volleyball in that Tom Hanks movie--which tells you what one of the Ws stands for. He likes pina coladas, getting caught in the rain, and eats moral outrage for breakfast.
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Psycho Proctologists - Hakuna Matata, Vagina Dentata (Psycho Proctologists #2) - W.W. Pecker
Psycho Proctologists – Hakuna Matata, Vagina Dentata
by
W.W. Pecker
Peckerhead Press
Copyright 2013
Smashwords Edition
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Epilogue
This book is sanctimoniously dedicated to
One Million Moms
Stalwart guardians of decency and morality,
scourge of the debased and the depraved
whether you like it or not, bitches!
CHAPTER ONE
Jerry McTitties’ Gentlemen’s Club—Live Girls!—reeked of demons.
Okay, it didn’t really smell like demons. That’s a bit of a misstatement. I don’t literally have a nose for demons, but I do have an eye for them. A third eye.
No, not that kind of third eye.
Christ, Mikey!
Fister, in the driver’s seat of his brown Ford probe, said as we sat in the parking lot. You’re glowing like a traffic light. We must be close.
I nodded across the parking lot at the strip joint. It’s in there. I can tell.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Fister and I both turned around and regarded our tagalong in the back seat. Henry, our thirteen-year-old charge for the evening, sat in his customary honey badger outfit that looked like a cross between a bad pair of pajamas and a costume for a school play. Let’s go kick its ass.
Not so fast there, kemosabe,
I said. It’s already past your bedtime on a school night. Your mother would kill the both of us if she knew we had you out chasing a demon.
Henry rolled his eyes. Whatevs. You wouldn’t even have found it if it weren’t for me.
That much was true. Henry—or Morpheus, in his online persona—had gotten a tip only a few hours ago from one of his contacts that there was a demon of unspecified type hanging around in this neighborhood, one of the seediest in Compton. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what frightened me more: being this close to a demon of unknown variety, or hanging around after dark in Compton.
It doesn’t matter,
I said. Your mother gave us express instructions to have you in bed by nine thirty with your homework done.
Henry shrugged. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. It’s not like I’m going to tell her. Relax, will ya? As uptight as you are, your spinal cord would fall out your asshole if you unclenched just for a second.
But . . . this could be dangerous.
We’ve taken out demons before,
Henry pointed out. No worries.
Yeah, Mikey,
Fister said. No worries. Hakuna matata.
I rolled my eyes. "You’ve been getting stoned and watching The Lion King again, haven’t you? You know you shouldn’t—"
I was derailed in mid-sermon by the sudden interruption of Gloria Gaynor. I frowned, confused, until I realized that it was Henry’s cell phone. What kind of a thirteen-year-old kid used I Will Survive
as a ringtone?
Henry checked the call on his cell phone screen and flashed me a grin. Speak of the devil,
he said.
What?
I cried, suddenly panicked. "Is that . . . that’s your mother? Shit!"
Relax,
Fister told me. She’s all the way across the country. She’ll never know we’re not at your place.
Are you insane?
I cried. You know her. She just . . . knows things.
Would you two mind shutting the fuck up for a second?
Henry said. I gotta take this.
Fister and I both shot each other a panicked look, then closed our mouths in unison. We swiveled our heads around to focus on Henry in the back seat, waiting with held breath to hear if Victoria would lose her shit on us when she got back from Boca Raton.
Hi, mom!
Henry said. How’s the twat fest?
He grinned and gave Fister and me a thumbs-up sign while he listened to his mother’s reply. Yeah, yeah, mom, I know it’s a gynecologists’ convention—I mean, conference—I was just fucking with you.
I couldn’t quite hear Victoria’s words, since Henry had the phone up to his ear, but I could make out the tone well enough, and my imagination could fill in well enough what Victoria had likely said: Henry! Language!
My suspicions were confirmed a second later as Henry continued: Sorry, mom. Yeah. I’m fine.
Pause. "Just . . . doing my Spanish homework. Mikey’s been helping me. He’s really good at Spanish. You know—conjugating verbs and shit—oops, I mean stuff. You know—tú chupas vergas grandes, ella chupa mi verga grande, todas las putas chupan vergas grandes . . ."
My jaw dropped open. I—I did not teach him that!
I protested, hopefully loudly enough so that Victoria would hear me through the connection.
Henry covered the phone with his hand and held up a hand to forestall any further protests. Relax,
he whispered to me. She never took a lick of Spanish. She sucks at languages. She only managed to pass French in college ‘cause she took a lick of her professor.
I tried to ignore Fister’s salacious leer as