Wacky Gecko IV: IV

By Moein Uddin

Sharply amusing satire, presented in a moment in history, when mainstream media continually disseminates fake news and alternative facts and political correctness is slowly eroding all political discourse and trust. The Gecko uses humor to unmask the prevailing power of narrative. Each chapter of the book teaches prophetic lessons that any reader can benefit from. This book will keep you laughing and pondering through the last page. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: WackyGecko.com
• Release date: Sep 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9780966160130

Book preview

The Tale of a Wacky Gecko...

Oh, well! Nothing gets through to you

little peckers and hairy clams except

greed, violence, drugs, and rock & roll

baby. Oh yeah!

"Just gimme, gimme, gimme more

money all day."

Ewww! Go away, creepy loudmouth

stupid gecko!

"I am sick to death of hearing this

crap from you yammering, idiotic

crybabies!!! So shut up! Shut up! Shut the

fuck up! Oh, Jesus."

Now, stop whining, you little wussies.

Good! What‟s up?

"Latest breaking news! Gecko tells it

all as he sees it."

Sorry, where was I? The damned

sacred cows, spin doctors, politicians, and

all the endless quackery which goes on

under the name of democracy.

They aren‟t good for shit. Chi-chak.

Nice Dicks.

Who said that? You little fairy!

But they‟re just so damn small.

You son of a bitch! Woo...woo...woo!

Back up. Cornholed!

Don‟t you get fed up with all this

constant bullshit? All this freaking

quackery? You know, quack, quack, quack...

Not the duck, kiddos! But a person who

dishonestly claims to have special knowledge

in some field, especially medicine,

or who pretends, professionally or

publically, to have a skill, knowledge, or

qualification he or she does not possess.

Quack-quack! Oh! Shit! I meant, tsaktsak.

Watch the freaking news channels

and you‟ll see these monkey-faced pseudo

reporters and journalists talking from

both sides of their mouths. It seems

they have caught a case of the stupids.

What does that mean?

I know, that means we are fucked.

Yikes...yikes...yikes!

Between our hemipenes and cloaca

there are no nuts.

"What‟s with those words? I don‟t get

it."

"Awright, awright, awright. It means

between our cocks and assholes there are

no balls at all."

Wow! Beyond wow! No freaking

scrota?

Gecko rolling his eyes, "Just gimme a

break! You damn morons!"

Hey! Who loves you baby? That

moonlit night, I think about it again and

again.

"I knew somebody was gonna get it

tonight."

I was hanging around in my neck of

the woods. When, lo, behold! I got a

whiff of sweet cherry spooks. You know,

bro, the female scent. Two young sisters

were being stalked by two juvenile

delinquent males. I slowly crawled toward

them, wiggling my ass from side to side,

bouncing it up and down. They all stared

at me in silence. I lifted my right leg and

flashed my ragged, crooked boner.

Chik-chak-chik-chak...?

In herp language it means, "Mine is

bigger than thine!"

The two little wee-wees looked at

each other out of the corner of their

eyes.

Chik-chik...?

In herp language it means, Holy shit!

They fled faster than the speed of

light.

I mounted the young and doable

Lolita, then slipped my hard-like-a-rock in

her hot and juicy while the other sis

looked on. After the cumming of Oh God,

I mounted the other and inserted my

spare. After several banging sessions

they went their way.

Whoa, I did it! I scored! Chik-chak.

Got to grubb, will be right back.

~ ~ ~

I know somebody‟s gonna get it tonight.

Let‟s go back a little bit. There is no

free press or free media. It‟s all myth.

You know what myth means? Jeepers,

creepers! Duh! Oh well. Myth is a guess

concerning the early history of people or

the explaining of natural or social events.

Also, a widely-held but false belief or

idea. In plain English, the misrepresentation

of truth. Remember the

damn Indian myths? I heard a no?

Gotcha! In these myths, the human

imagination runs amok.

Well, blow me down.

Somewhere in time Mr. Frankfurter

or Mr. Dickimus, whichever you like, came

into existence.

"This blue planet gives me the

creeps."

He was jumpy and got the jitters

(poor chap) because everything looked

weird to him. But one night he dreamt

that he could perform miracles. Thus, the

bastard caused himself to break apart

into two parts, and from that, man and a

cradle of filth were born. I mean, truth

and lies came into being. Can