Marcel St. Pierre

It was dusk, and when dusk did its thing, Vengeful Hank did his: sat on his porch, ate a raw pineapple, and thought vengeful thoughts. Vengeful Hank took his time with vengeance, never repeating a venge, because “THE NAME’S VENGEFUL HANK NOT REVENGEFUL HANK DON’T YOU FORGET IT!” he suddenly screamed to some imaginary mistake-making … Read more

I was filling up with unleaded last night when, to my surprise, Bill Murray got into my passenger seat. “I’ve got no time to explain,” he said, “Just get in!” I opened my door and was about to say something like “uhhh…” but suddenly, Margaret Cho materialized in the front seat. She shot Bill with … Read more

A nondescript man entered a nondescript convenience store where, amidst nondescript aisles, he found a not-completely-nondescript bag of chips. No nutritional information, bar code, ingredients or expiry date; just the words “Bottomless Chips” in Helvetica. He offered $1 to the nondescript cashier who mumbled: “Meh.” The nondescript man opened the bag. The truth is that … Read more