Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
‘Twas now long past midnight dreary, I was knackered, bleak and bleary, Having failed to coax that Raven out the door. While I plotted, fingers snapping, suddenly the bird was flapping, As he started rudely crapping, crapping on my chamber door! “What fresh hell is this?” I shouted, ‘Crapping on my chamber door?” Quoth the … Read more
“Okay, so once there was a carrot. And he was sitting in a crisper in the bottom of a fridge and he got to thinking: ‘What the hell is this all about,’ he thought. ‘Is this all there is?’ “Well, he had no eyes in the conventional sense, but from time to time, his periods … Read more
Buster had decided to walk upright, as the humans did. It only made sense, since the talking faces on the light box had been saying that brain research on dogs had revealed that dogs were people, too. It took him several days to master the technique, practicing in front of the full-length mirror in his … Read more