Hey Dorks.
Corpsey the Bear, brainchild of me, Glastonbury Dex, will be in print in just a few weeks. I went with self-publishing finally because I got tired of wasting time with the big boys.
You know what Corpsey’s about, right? No? Fine. Corpsey the Bear is the heartwarming tale of a young bear and his parents. They live in a magical land, full of wonder and excitement.
Crap.
Okay, this isn’t your Care Bear or Little Bear furry-bottom-touching, nauseating, can’t-find-a-toilet-fast-enough crap. This is real life. This book is about the worst of the white-trash members of society. In bear form.
Papa Bear is a serious alcoholic who can’t get enough of his latina porn. He has a hatred of liberals and LDS missionaries. He really doesn’t like Mama Bear either.
Mama Bear loves her TV; in particular, court shows and talk shows. She routinely has sex with all the bears of the forest and occasionally dabbles outside her species. She constantly tries to kill Papa Bear.
Corpsey is dead.
Go to the website to read excerpts and look at some of the other crap I’ve written.
