Episode 2: Zombie Train

It’s your first day working in the kitchen of a fancy hotel and you’ve got one job to do. A job you’re determined to do to perfection. But if you’re The Little Instigator your idea of perfection is shaped a bit differently than your boss’s in Shrunken Balls.

There’s very little you can hide from the bagger/stockboy/cashier/assistant produce manager at Farmer Jack’s. Just ask The Little Instigator in the not-so mysterious case of The Chocolate Triangle.

How might free grub and cannon ball competitions to fend off the hot summer days of Michigan turn so horribly wrong? H'bout try inviting the Little Instigator.

Probably a wise move by his teachers making The Little Instigator wait eight years to get onto the two-person hot dog and cupcake fetching team.

Being locked in the nun’s convent basement for two hours as a punishment would scare the holy ghost out of most 7th graders. But for the Little Instigator, it was the perfect time to raise a little hell!

Tuesday was Sloppy Joes day at Our Lady of Kneel on Peas, the Catholic grade school I attended eight gut wrenching years. The horse meat was extra slimy on this fateful day, not the day anybody in their right mind would go for seconds.

Never trust a 12 yr old working in a bar to make you a sandwich. Especially if he’s The Little Instigator and you’ve managed to piss him off. Ronnie Chuckwagon gets everything he deserves. And then some.

Remember when your mom said sweets weren’t good for you? Bet she never told you that your cravings could break your dick. The Little Instigator learns the hard way in Broke Back Boner.

When your neighborhood baseball game gets interrupted by a booty train you learn things the nuns never taught you in sex ed class. Hear what The Little Instigator witnessed in Next Dog Up.

When the moron next to you in the sleeping car is snoring so loudly you can’t even think, you do who you gotta do. Subscribe to hear more outrageous true confessions of a lifetime prankster