Next to embarrassingly encasing his hairy, little hobbit
feet in a variety of fabulously effeminate, insoles-containing stacked-heeled
boots, platform shoes and high heels, all the while being a pint-sized petite pathological liar who constantly regurgitates a small man syndrome-induced stream of Todd Howard's tall tales, the terminally insecure and aggravatingly ant-like
turbo-manlet Tiny
Todd "Tiddly Termite" Howard girlishly enjoys dolling himself up by intermittently donning either a black or brown boys large leather jacket when out on the town and looking for a potential manmore sugar
daddy. This is without a doubt just another one of
Todd "Heckled Homunculus" Howard's manlet cope and manlet
rage-induced, hilariously doomed attempts at emphasizing his obviously non-existent masculinity, which is immediately rendered futile when the inherently effeminate Little Napoleon is absolutely dwarfed by every
single grown-up that Tiny
Todd "High Five" Howard comes into contact with, like the subhumanly stunted, diminutively delicate, devastatingly dwarfed, petulantly puny and preposterously petite, scandalously stunted little runt of a sissy fairy manlet princess that the whole world most definitely knows him to be.
Melissa: Hey, why is there a
brown dishrag lying in the street over there? Ellen: It's one of Todd Howard's boys large leather jackets. The utterly insignificant and microscopically minuscule
midget monstrosity was crossing the road when a
bee humming bird suddenly swooped down and just carried him away! Melissa: Manlets BTFO.
