Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
Nobody in Hingebottom Corners was sure exactly when they’d noticed that Gliderail Tornburch could walk on walls, but they’d come to accept it as just another one of those things that made the people and the life in this town interesting. For instance, Meredith Glymph could find lost objects. Misplaced a hammer? Call Meredith. Where’s … Read more
To his surprise, Minge Barnesworth found a jar of peanut butter on his doorstep along with a copy of the Saturday edition of the Toronto Star. He looked up and down the street, curious as to whether he would see who had dropped this off, but of course, he realized, that was ridiculous. Who knew … Read more
NO sir. NO way. NO. Henny Jurgowitz was NOT going bargain hunting today. Let other people line up at 4 am to storm the Walmart. Let those losers trample the staff at Target. She could care less if some cross-border assholes spent more on their overnight hotel than they were ever going to save on … Read more