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1979

I think it was 1979.  A shrink told my mom that I was hyperactive.  I screamed, “NO I’M NOT!” — then sat down on the kitchen floor and polished off an entire jar of Skippy peanut butter with my bare fingers.

That pretty much sums me up.

5 Responses to “1979”

  1. Doggy Style Says:

    I knew a kid once who put peanut butter on his pecker and let the dog lick it off.

    After he came, the kid would laugh cuz the dog took a several hours getting it’s tongue and mouth moist again.

    Is that animal cruelty or just plain jane sick teenage sexuality shit. Maybe both. This SW guy seems to fit that type of profile. I could totally see him putting that peanut butter on his ball sac and having his dog tea bag him.

    Funny Meth Coffee commercial, though. I’ll never look at another Turkey Baster the same, again!

  2. Schmuck Says:

    You spelled Freud as Fraud – Schmuck!

  3. Fraud Says:

    Totally anal expulsive, this guy, and I love it!

    And gay people that hide and can’t express there behavior are statistically known to have medical problems. Self expression is good Mr. “Gay Negro in Marin”. I mean you just expressed yourself about how you feel. Didn’t make you feel good?

    I know. I know. Black people in general have to watch their behavior in front of white people so they wouldn’t get lynched or not get hired. It’s tough on your race. No doubt. But, self expression is a good thing. If you can’t or won’t partake, don’t take it out on people who can and will – as long as it is not against the law.

    Smoke a joint with your mulatto partner and be happy. Whatever you need to do to loosen up and be happy on the weekends, do it. Teaching is a bitch of a profession, and you will get selfish shithead kids and their parents that think their children can do know wrong. You’re banging your ahead against the wall if you think you can change that dynamic by thinking or wanting them and their parents to have self discipline. Maybe you need to get out of teaching. Your 2.5 months of free time plus three weeks off during the non-summer months is the price you pay for dealing with difficult kids, and their parents.

    I’m sorry to be so honest about my opinion in your circumstance, but that is how I feel – and I am expressing my opinion in a very disciplined manner – sir.

  4. Gay Negro in Marin County Says:

    Yeah,

    I basically agree with my angry hetero-Nubian brutha. I teach in a Marin County private school, and see how white parents put up with so much shit from their kids. Hey, I love kids that why I got into teaching. I have no fantasies that I’m going to adopt my own black child with my oreo husband – so I chose teaching.

    But I have to say: Mr. W, you are fucking cliche that grew up to be too self expressive. I know, funny hearing that from a black gay male. But not all black gay males go around like ultra fems with a belly button knotted tee shirt saying “I’m totally fem-gay.” Actually, I hide my gayness. Just like other people need to have self discipline with themselves and their children.

    Sometimes a good wallop is what a white kid needs so he doesn’t drive me crazy, the school crazy and his/her parents crazy. Maybe that smack across a white face or ass will prevent a Dahmer attack. And for Meth Coffee. Wow. You white people have no SHAME. Sick. Funny, but sick.

    Yes, Mr. W– you would’ve faired well if the shrink and your momma would’ve pulled your pants down below your ankles and smacked your blond bare ass with gusto while your eyes stared at the puke green linoleum tiles as your white ass cheeks turned red.

    Now look at you. Grinding up coffee beans in your mouth to where it looks like your eating shit on one of your own commercials. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say that your momma didn’t get her money’s worth with that shrink. His ass needs a whoopin cuz now my kids get to see “how cool it is ” to eat coffee and dribble it out your mouth as if it was diarrhea sputtering from the lips of an Alzheimer’s patient.

    White people just don’t give a fuck about their children or how they fuck up the universe. You all want it easy. You steal, take, and shrug your shoulders when you get to the point where you can say, “I gotz mine”. But you don’t see your short sighted moronic behavior and how it affects the rest of God’s creatures.

    Don’t like the stereotype? I don’t like being an everyday stereotype either. See – when you’re black you’re always a stereotype. No one cares about us, and my mother didn’t have the money to waste on a shrink and have the luxury to distance herself from us as if we were in a petri dish – as Mr. “White People” exclaims in his comment.

    To white parents everywhere: Take an interest in your children because if you don’t they won’t take an interest in anyone else – not even themselves.

  5. White People Says:

    You are fucked. If my moms saw that I was goin’ bananna and ape shit, she’d kick the shit out of me or have my older brothers do it for me. Man, it’s like white mothers (single or married) would just kind of look at their kids as if they were science experiments and just get every fucking doctor n’ shrink ta either put a finger up the kids ass or make notes while the kid is actin’ out. White people see the whole world in a weird perspective. Its all just a waste of time and nonpractical on how whitties deal with there punk ass kids. Stupid shit.

    “oh my god, johnny just waved a knife around at the kat and then stuck an m-80 up its ass and blew out its asshole”

    Yeah, kids did that shit in the 1920′s, 30′s ..50′s…70′…90′s and today. Then you ground the kid or beat him or both and say to the kid: “don’t do that shit again or I’ll fuck you up, your father will fuck you up or I’ll get your brothers to fuck you up.” and that would take care of it for a spell until you fucked up again. all kids fuck up until they grow out of it and then hunt for pussy; then they hunt for money to get pussy; then they kill for money to get cars so they can get pussy.

    We’re all fucked and we all fuck. You think you’re special cuz you’re a fucked up bizzaro, keith richards look alike alternative mutha fucka. Fuck that. Take a number chochie, cuz you’re just like every other fucked up white kid, black kid and every other slightly out there kinda mutha fucka.
    only difference is mommy put up with it; that is what makes you go to the 9th step of serial killin’ mutha fuckas. No, a good ass wippin’ would’ve cleared that shit right up.

    Yeah, us niggaz kill but it ain’t for fun sport like you white jeffrey dahmer mutha fuckas; no – we call for money and not just cuz it’s fun – like you sick fuckaz.

    hyper active? nigga pleez. My momma woulda whooped that hyperactivity out of your kieth richards schnoz you woulda staightened up real fast. bottom line: white parents gotta stop like at their kids as if they were a microbe in a peetree dish. shit.

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