A man walks into a restaurant and asks the maître d’, “Excuse me, but do you serve crabs here?” The maître d’ replies, “Yes, sir, the choicest Maryland blue crabs, flown in fresh.” A man walks into a restaurant and asks the maître d’, “Excuse me, but do you serve crabs here?” The maître d’ replies, “No, [...]
Some Christmas Stories: I’m-a call you my shawty
Some Christmas Stories: Laurette
Some Christmas Stories: We Wear Short Shorts!
Some Christmas Stories: Who Wears Short Shorts?
1. Even better than the real thing The library book of stories from around the world is from 1925 and has things underlined in pencil and decades-old mustard spots on the pages. There’s a story from Nicaragua about a deaf satyr. A story from Nicaragua about a deaf satyr. It’s enough for me to just [...]
Moons
Pilgrims…in Vegas!
John Goodefellow sat in a red velvet zebra-striped armchair and heaved a sigh of deepest despair. He surveyed the wreckage around him in the hotel room. This was not goode. Prudence Marie and Virtue Anne were passed-out drunk, draped over the slumbering form of Nathaniel Temperance, who wore naught but his buckled shoes. There were [...]
Vitamin D for my goth daughter
There’s a country song, “Live Like Yer Dyin’.” I forget who sings it. Maybe Boogie Crackerjack. But that’s something else. That song’s about how life is precious and how it can slip away from you — it’s really about livin’. “Carpe diem” and all that horseshit. Well, it’s horseshit I agree with. I think you [...]
Non-Profit Nazis…in Space
Hansel sighed and looked at his space-watch. Three more hours left in the workday. Ugh. He had been hard at work on his e-newsletter blurbs all day. The e-newsletter would be sent to the inboxes of folks who had donated to the non-profit organization that Hansel worked for. It was a Nazi non-profit organization, and [...]
It’s really not that difficult
Nobody gets hurt
Victor tipped back in his rolly swivel chair and surveyed his words on the glowing computer screen in his dark bachelor-pad apartment. His name was Victor, but he was no such thing. He was a loser. It was Thursday night, and he’d had all week to complete his work assignment, which was to come up [...]

























“You have reminded me how much I love men!”
These are comments by bobbt, Patty, and Michael Cusden on the post “What Dads Really Want For Father’s Day”.
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