Los Angeles, California
This is the Frankenstein Dumper I referenced in a previous post. It was submitted a while back by Peter. I wanted to re-post it for a few reasons. It needs to be taken off the shelf and exposed again. It was in contention for Dumper of the year in 2009. Finally, it is a worthy opponent to Ed Smith’s cobweb Dumper.
The name Frankenstein applies to the midsection of this BD. It looks like a station wagon was severed in two, then the middle part of a limousine was added to the mid-section. How else could that happen? I don’t think it was just a limo. I’ve never seen a limousine station wagon. Needless to say it’s unreal. It’s a hotel on wheels, and a mobile morgue all in one. The possibilities are endless.
It’s important to mention that I have an association with the Frankenstein moniker. It was a hot SoCal summer day and I was sweating balls per usual. I attempted a push toward healthy living so I thought a walk to Carl’s Jr. would be better than a drive. On the walk home, my shirt started showing puddles. I was cooking so bad, I had to hustle. All those Target shoppers on La Brea were going to be pointing and laughing. So as I made my way east on Santa Monica, I passed one of the “girls” who works the area. She was a transexual prostitute with sprinter thighs and wider lats than me. I gave her a startled up and down glance which was not well received. (Let me just say I was not looking my best either. I was reeling from a shitty haircut, and water retention had worked its way in to my daily routine). She looked at me and said : “Mothafucka you look like Frankenstein!” I made it home safely and without incident.
