Stumpy’s memoirs chronicle his travels and travails, as his quest compels him across the globe.

He and his companions encounter weird and fascinating characters the world over. Sometimes Stumpy writes songs and poems about them, particularly limericks. Why limericks? Because during his eight years in a Soviet gulag, a smuggled book of Prussian sewing and needlepoint limericks was all he had to use as toilet paper, a nutritional supplement, generator spare parts, and wanking material.

Stumpy recently sacked the entire team of Australian telepaths with Tourette’s who used to transcribe and post his musings. Today, he himself jots down his thoughts and observations in this online journal.

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