A grotesquely gnomish gaggle of ganged-up, overcompensating
turbo-manlets who have, in a childish, desperate and doomed attempt at overcoming their crippling manletism, decided to form a midget
gang. Once a diminutively dwarfed new recruit has been sexed-into the
gang, it is mandatory for him to participate in typical
gang activities, for example: tagging up turf by spray-painting garden gnomes at knee height onto garbage cans and pet doors, drinking Tall Boys and huffing Jenkem, prancing around naked except for high heels and assless chaps in their hobbit-hole of a
gang hideout while towel snapping each other's posteriors in an effort to toughen themselves up, telling deeply embarrassing tall tales about how they used to be the biggest kid in preschool, injecting themselves with stolen bovine somatotropin in a futile and injudicious bid at escaping their inevitable fate of becoming a prison wife manlet once caught by the
law and incarcerated and frantically praying in front of the countless Randy Newman posters adorning the walls of the manlet
pit in their hobbit-hole
gang hideout while repetitively reciting the lyrics of their favorite song Short
People due to their shared obsession with the delusional
hope of being blessed with an adult-onset growth spurt by their beloved
God and hero Saint Newman.
Jessica: Lol, why are there a bunch of garden gnomes standing on the corner over there?
Olivia: It's just a Short
People manlet gang. Here, take my magnifying glass and have a closer look. Can you see that they got little hands, little eyes, that they walk around tellin' great big lies? They got little noses and tiny little teeth. Unsurprisingly they wear platform shoes on their nasty, little
feet. Jessica: Oh yeah, they got little baby legs and they stand so low - I'd have to pick one of them up just to say hello!
Olivia: Well, I don't want no short people 'round here. Jessica: Short people got no reason.
