Marcel St. Pierre

Jimmy Conundrum was in a pickle. Thick smoke was pouring out of his toaster, and he very desperately did not want to set off the fire alarm – for the 3rd time this month. Out of the corner of his eye he spied his arch nemesis, Carl the Ninja, trying to hide behind a fern. … Read more

“Shit!” yelled Garl, as his car began to fishtail. He looked in the rearview at the pygmy rhino in his backseat giving birth to live plaid kittens. He pulled hard left to avoid a Boeing Airbus, then hard right to avoid the nuns. He veered to avoid Cthulu on a tricycle, narrowly missing a Sasquatch. … Read more

Nesmith had a very specific phobia. It was ridiculous, really, but none of his expensive therapists had heard of anything like it. Nesmith was afraid his bed would become a time-portal from which an old western sheriff would appear. He would resemble Sam Elliot, only with the body of an ostrich wearing platform shoes. It … Read more