There once was a guy we called “Scrotum Fartz”… and he babbled all the time, at least throughout high school… then he became a model… to the shock of everyone… he was dumber than a rock, and afflicted beyond his control.

He liked to go bowling, but he would always miss the same three pins: #1, #2, and #8

His mom was useless, and she kept bringing scumbag men to live in Scrotum’s life, and Scrotum Fartz suffered psychologically from his mom’s stupid choices.

These days Scrotum Fartz is listening to Coltrane and derailing his own train.