Tenderbear Goes Apeshit
By Bix Skahill
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Moses Guttchenridder has several problems. His business, Macramania, is going under. His lovelife is in the toilet. Oh, and he has been forced into helping a murderous garden gnome take his revenge on the brothers of a fraternity who make sport out of destroying garden gnomes. The only spot of good news is that he has been chosen at random to be
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Tenderbear Goes Apeshit - Bix Skahill
TENDERBEAR GOES APESHIT
BIX SKAHILL
Thicke & Vaney Press
Purveyors of Fair to Middling Works
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ISBN: 978-0-9981504-4-4
ISBN: 978-0-9981504-6-8 (e-book)
T&V no. 1517
Copyright © Bix Skahill
Art by Matthew Revert
Edited by Reginald Thicke
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living, dead, or undead, is entirely coincidental. Printed in the United States of America. God save the Queen.
For My father, who would have hated it
and Bradley Sands, who did
Contents
Gunillingus
The Quickest way to a Man's Heart
Macramania
America's Number Two Toilet Paper
Perfect Werewolf Hair
Sex with Every Member of Menudo
An Attempt at Defecation
At a Jaunty Angle
Too Lumpy for Human Consumption
Moses Guttchenridder is the One
A Brief Burst of History
He Could See their Skulls
Beloved Timeshare in Passaic
Aka Tenderbear
The Gallows Hand-in-Hand
Sweet Jesus' Balls
Wharf Bar Society
A Prickifier, If You Will
Still, Dead
Hello Berserker
Macrame' Owls and Shit
The Last Sigma Omega Sigma Brother Left Alive
Weirdly Large Collection of Mounted Animal Penises
Breathing the Air of Freedom
The James Earl Jones of Asses
A Kind Face and an Even Kinder Rack
Asiago Pressato
Screaming Mouthgasm
Dried Blood Mustache
Clouds of Jizz
Chaps in Chaps
A Pair of Brown Eyes
Watching Oprah
No Body, No Bones, No Blood
The Tale of how they became so Dead
Another Brief Burst of History
A Smothering Blanket
The Furry Face of Krap-Wad Toilet Paper
Her Ass in the Air
Goodbye to My Dick, You Bitch
Ever the Secretary
Doodles
Especially the Part about the Killing
Stupid Big Fucker
The Mile High Club
Eviscerated with A Peachpit
Emotional Seaweed
Calling off the Whole Murder Thing
There was Blood
Ready to Kill Everyone, Everything
Yet Another Brief Burst of History
What the Fuck is this Now
Fuck this Baloney
All's Dead that Ends Dead
The End of the End
About the Author
GUNILLINGUS
Sure as shit, if Deputy Sheriff Krispy Krowbart ever got Reba McEntire into the boudoir, he’d open up a big old bag of nasty. Give the Queen of Country Music the time of her life. If she lived.
One thing he wanted to do to the rodent-faced chanteuse was a little bit of magic he called gunillingus. That’s where one takes their trusty sidearm, preferably a .44 that’s killed a body, just like the one strapped to his hip, and work said weaponry into a lady’s love swamp. In and out, in and out. Till it gets nice and juicy. Then remove said weapon and shove it deep into your lady friend’s pie hole. Make her lick herself off the barrel.
Gunillingus. Only in America. You gotta love it.
Not that Deputy Sheriff Krispy Krowbart had ever performed such a perverted act. That would have taken a willing accomplice and he’d only had sex with one female in his life, Mrs. Deputy Sheriff Krispy Krowbart. She was a bit of a stick in the mud, sex-wise. Missionary, Saturday night, lights off. No butt stuff. Preferably no orgasms.
Another roadblock to his gunillingus-with-Reba-McEntire scenario was that he didn’t know the country singer personally. Never been to a concert. Didn’t own any of her music. But he had her picture taped up in his locker down at the Fauquier County Sheriff’s Office. To him, she looked like a minx even if he wasn’t quite sure what a minx was. He supposed it was some kind of water fowl who loved doing the nasty.
Though he didn’t know the sultry water fowl of a country star, there wasn’t a day that passed that he didn’t fantasize about pouring the steaming cobs to her.
It wasn’t against the law for a guy to dream. That’s what the Good Lord put us on earth for. To dream, to hope, to pray, to die.
The sheriff was presently doing his hoping parked in his patrol car at the edge of a gravel road near Sumerduck, Virginia. His dick in his hand and Reba McEntire, naked and squirming, in the boudoir of his mind.
It was 3 AM. Nothing around but crickets and stars. Acres and acres of secluded silence.
Although he was technically on the clock, Deputy Sheriff Krispy Krowbart was about as far from patrolling for lawless scum as he could get. Off the beaten track so he could please his pisser in peace.
Just the way the Good Lord wanted us to do hand-to-gland combat.
Some might interpret this as negligence of duty, but the deputy sheriff knew there was no duty to be done. Fauquier County was peaceful, for the most part. Sure there were times when some of the high school boys got a little groat in their gander and acted up, raping or scaring the blacks or whatnot, but for the most part, Krowbart whiled away his hours tossing the ham javelin.
Things were going along quite nicely in the polishing of the lighthouse department when he heard a sound. An engine, far off, but growing closer. Growling. Driving fast, driving mean.
Christ on a bike, he thought, could a man not bop one’s baloney without the intrusions of modern day living?
With a heavy sigh, he returned his dick to its polyester tomb and waited.
He was going to bust this lawless mothertrucker, bust him good. Reckless driving, hopefully find some drugs, maybe a few illegal weapons.
Reba gone, Krowbart now dreamed of resisting arrest. This was his favorite pastime. Some meth head trying to prove his metal. Gave the deputy sheriff an excuse to work out some of his frustrations.
The roar of the car grew. Obviously muffler-less. Some hick coming home from a good time.
Deputy Sheriff Krispy Krowbart added disturbing the peace to his list and grinned.
Over the hill behind him charged a dented Chevy. Puke green, cracked windshield, dents running the length of its body. Weaving down the gravel road, kicking up dust. The windows down, the system up. Cranking Sweet Home Alabama full volume.
This gave Krowbart pause. His love of rebel songs clouded, for a moment, his judgement. As an officer of the law he couldn’t publicly display his fondness for the Confederacy. But at home he was a free man of his own making. He had Star and Bars coffee mugs, flower vases, and toilet seats. Even the towel he masturbated into every night, save Saturday night, was a terrycloth copy of the glorious Confederate battle flag.
But if he thought the music gave him pause, when he spied who, or rather