The Ballad of Icky, Smarty and Pervy

Once upon a time, there was a family whose gifted child, Smarty, started a new school. He made a new friend, Icky, who was very sweet but had a number of physical and behavioral shortcomings. He was unattractive and moody but got along well with Smarty, an extrovert who tended to be dominant with his peers.

Icky had a play-date at Smarty’s house, and was picked up by his dad, Pervy, a smarmy voice-actor with an overly familiar manner who told Smarty’s mom that she must’ve been a “helluva sexy teenager”.

Smarty spent more time with Icky, encouraged heartily by Pervy, who confided that Smarty was a good role model for the sullen Icky, who spend most of his time playing video games.

Whenever Smarty went to Icky’s house, Pervy took them out to restaurants and bought them gifts. He soon made room in a closet for Smarty’s clothes and gave Smarty a spare key to the house.

One day, alone with Mom, Pervy said that he might be able to “give her what she wanted.” Shocked, she nervously replied that she only wanted a chartreuse suede Chanel handbag. Pervy asked what that cost, and then backed off.

Smarty began to gain weight and his mom asked Pervy to stop taking him out to huge meals of barbecued ribs and potatoes. Pervy ignored her. Smarty discovered religion and Pervy found a Jewish synagogue for Jews who didn’t believe in god. Mom and Dad agreed to attend a service there, where prayers omitted the god part. Mom and Dad were atheists but wanted to let Smarty work out his own belief system.

Then, Pervy had an idea: He would have a Bar-Mitzvah alongside Smarty! WHAT?! Here, Mom stepped in and said no, that will not happen.

Meanwhile, Dad had a group of old friends who got together to play music one night a week. He brought Pervy with him once, and Pervy soon began to come on his own, installing himself as one of the groups key vocalists.

Smarty’s family was struck by tragedy, and Pervy invited him to stay with him and Icky for a month. When Mom wanted Smarty back at home, Pervy said, Well, I promised him a month. I can’t go back on my promise.

One day, Smarty was very angry with his parents and called Pervy to come pick him up. Pervy came and even though Smarty swore at him, he obediently took Smarty away.

Mom now despised Pervy. Smarty moved away and fell in love. He told Mom and Dad that he might ask Pervy to officiate at the wedding. Mom screamed, “NO! I’m not coming if that happens!”

This caused a rift between Mom and Smarty, one of many that should have healed but kept erupting.

Time passed.  Pervy still sang in the music group, using hand motions like Celine Dion. Mom missed Smarty and one day, emailed Icky to ask how Smarty was doing. Icky immediately reported back to Smarty, who angrily demanded that Mom stop contacting his friends. Icky blocked Mom on twitter.

More time passed and Pervy started a Kickstarter page for a movie he wanted to make about a log lady. He offered a grand prize of dinner with himself to the highest donor.

Go and see it if it gets released! Just don’t let him play with your kid or come to your music group.

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7 Responses to The Ballad of Icky, Smarty and Pervy

  1. Miranda Mitsouko says:

    I am, for once, speechless.

  2. David Duff says:

    I, alas, haven’t the remotest idea what all that was about but, ‘Big Sis’, I did want to send you very best wishes for the 2020s .

  3. Mark - E says:

    WTF?
    Ew.

  4. Suspended says:

    I read this today and thought of you –

    “We are never finished with grief. It is part of the fabric of living. It is always waiting to happen. Love makes memories and life precious; the grief that comes to us is proportionate to that love and is inescapable.”

    I hope 2020 feels easier, that grief cuts you some slack.

    Much love to you, Sister.
    xoxoxo

  5. Dana says:

    Link to the fund me please.

    Rat-soup eating motherfucker. I’ve decided I’m too white to say motherfucker. Is it mothafucka or mothafucker? Whatever but I can type it.

    Watch Eddie Murphy in Dolomite is my name for reference. Then you can type rat-soup eating motherfucker too.

    Love and hugs

  6. Sister Wolf says:

    Miranda Mitsouko – Thank you, I am too really. I just needed to get this out of my system.

    David Duff – Happy New Year to you and Patsy! I’m hoping to get back to London in 2020, so start getting dolled up.

    Mark – E – I’m sure I’ve complained to you about this cunt before!

    Suspended – Thank you my dear xoxo

    Dana – I’ve seen motherfucker on Instagram as MFer. It looks good!

  7. Andra says:

    I get it. Don’t fret so much ….. you’re OK.

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