An imaginary creature that lives under one'
s floorboards and arises at
night to tickle the scrotums of insecure thirteen year old boys who someday
dream of becoming playwrights.
Poor Davey McDoodlestein hasn't slept in five days, and I'll tell you why - it's all because of that smelly little Shimbly Wingbarker that lives in his closet. I told him to get that
thing taken care of, I did, but you know these
kids today think that they know everything...