A disagreeable creature birthed from the polluted retention pond outside of the Cricket Wireless store. It will live a forgettable life and die consumed in regret. Its personality is Untuckit shirts and All Bird shoes. It’s hole never closes. It spews filth and inconsequence into the eternal flame of a ground beef scented Yankee Candle. Its pathetic existence will be mourned by no one in particular.

It is one of five total butthole gods that exist in your hometown.