Marcel St. Pierre | writer. producer. comedian. mammal.
It was Labour Day, and Yarl awoke early, for no good reason he could initially pinpoint. He rolled over and looked at the clock. Only 8:15 am. He listened for a moment, but heard nothing. But had he just heard someone hammering? He rolled over. Was it in his dream? But he realized, no, the … Read more
Mr. Grillbanister (of the Chesapeake Grillbanisters) was no ordinary quadrillionaire with a fortune at his disposal and lackeys ready to be dispatched at a moment’s notice to every corner of the globe to do his bidding. No. He was the most eccentric quadrillionaire with a fortune at his disposal and lackeys ready to be dispatched … Read more
Hermor stared down at the grasshopper struggling in the toilet bowl. The porcelain made it hard to find purchase, so it kept falling back in, again and again. “Just piss on it,” he said out loud to himself, although the homeless guy hiding in the next stall heard him, too. He looked up, concentrating – … Read more