Marcel St. Pierre

Smelvin Kordite had been lighting his farts for years. It started as a dare at a sleepover, but the fame of his flame soon spread across the tri-county area. He did it at his First Communion, at the dentist, and on dates. Spewing angry-blue-ephemeral-ass-plumes was his thing. He did it with matches. He did it … Read more

“Hello, Happy Tourist Information Lodge, how can I help you?” “Yeah, I got forty-five seniors here, and I’d like to visit your facilities with ‘em. Think you could handle that?” “I’m sure we can accommodate them, sir. What time were you thinking of popping in?” “Popping in, huh? Well, I’m havin’ lunch now, so probably… … Read more

The hair on the back of Max Shnecnk’s neck stood on end. Was this the wrong phone booth? Every fibre of his being told him it was, but he had few choices left. He grabbed the receiver and pretended to dial a number as two SS officers walked past, sending suspicious Nazi looks at him … Read more