Marcel St. Pierre

It had taken Hank Shzzrk over 3 weeks to climb Mount Harshab. Well, actually, it had taken 3 weeks, 2 days, 6 hours and almost 22 minutes. It had claimed the lives of 2 of his 3 Sherpa guides to reach the top.  Well, actually a bottle of Cuervo Gold and a mutual suicide-death pact … Read more

Ned was a regular at ‘Maggie’s Pies’. An aspiring writer (who was really terrible but didn’t know it), he would sit at the same table every day, making (lame) entries on his (terribly written) blog on vintage vacuums. He always ordered the same thing: a slice of “Tart Apple” with a scoop of vanilla ice-cream, … Read more

“Look, Stanley,” began drunken Linda. “This date… or whatever… look. It’s not me. It’s YOU. Don’t get me wrong. Linda likes poop.” Linda stood in her doorway, making it clear he wasn’t coming in. “Did I stutter? I didn’t say Linda likes TO poop. I said Linda likes poop and I’m LINDA! Some people like … Read more