Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
It was your typical hold-up at gunpoint at a greasy spoon. Several armed thugs had come in, wearing panty-hose masks. Patrons were told to “stay put” and “keep your hands on the table” and “nobody moves nobody gets hurt” and the waitress was jostled to the cash register. It was then that the lead thug … Read more
Terwilliger Jeeps was a polite man, never speaking crossly to anybody if he could help it. But today, Terwilliger uttered a loud and cross “YOU BOY!” as – out of the corner of his eye – he saw a young scruff stealing an apple from the outdoor display. The boy bolted. Terwilliger’s handlebar moustache twisted … Read more
Gord noticed a little smudge of paste on his doorstep as he was leaving for work. As usual, his hands were full with keys, the newspaper and his travel mug of coffee, but as he turned to fumblingly lock the door and leave for the day, he’d felt something sticky under his feet and there, … Read more