All the Times I Narrowly Escaped the Nickname “The Humpster”
Come to think of it, The Humpster might not be that bad of a name after all.
I recently shared a story about the woes of growing up with a nickname like “The Hempster.”
It was a fun article to write not only because it provided some mad jokes that I was pretty proud of, but also because I had some superb commentary on the piece from readers.
In the story, I revealed that on lonely nights, as a teen, I would dry hump my life-sized stuffed bear, pretending he was a real-life boy.
I honestly don’t know why I tell you guys these things; I have no filter, okay.
My lovely and hilarious pal Erik Burger, in a moment of pure genius, commented, “You did avoid someone discovering your relationship with your stuffy bear and being called ‘The Humpster.’ A win in my book.”
Boy, did that ever get the wheels turning in the old brain.
Also, please check out Erik’s work, he’s not only great at comments, he’s a wonderful and talented writer as well. You certainly won’t be disappointed!
