"Woody and His Woody":
He was the most successful salesman I’d ever met. He could charm the birds from the trees and the clothes off of women. His name was Woody. He drove a Woody. And he sported a huge woody, which made him very popular with the ladies.
He could sell anything to anybody. But his specialty was seduction. Give him an hour and half, and a secluded spot, some picnic items, and every woman ended up in the very same situation: clothes scattered, virtue gone. Didn’t matter if the lady was a barmaid or a librarian or a wealthy brahmin, she was no match for Woody’s woody and his silver tongue. He’d have his fun and sweet talk them about the rosy future they would share. But then it was time for the traveling salesman to board his Woody and move on to the next town and the next conquest.
Artwork and description by Zeppelin