101-Word Stupor — “A Good Human Spoiled”

Posted by on Aug 9, 2010 in Uncategorized

Keywords: Marmalade, Potent, Hypnotic 

No, I’m not spoiling her. It’s called love. It’s not like your kid is any… Okay, yes, my pooky gets frisky with her pet humans. She named the first one Marmalade. Fitting since it went splat underneath my shoe. The second one lasted longer (thank goodness, considering what they cost), then it fell into some potent corn liquor, buoyed about in a hypnotic stupor, and pop! its bladder burst. I made pooky clean up the— Oh, piss off! She told me about your little monster… biting the heads off her humans; making them have sex with each other. That’s just sick. 

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101-Word Stupor — The Tell-Tale Toe Tag

Posted by on Aug 8, 2010 in Uncategorized

Keywords: Fungus, Pencil, Brazilian

“Uh, no I wasn’t.”
“Yes, you were. It’s pretty obvious.”
“They were brought in like that.”
“With their sheets off? And why just the pretty ones? Why not Mrs. Pencil in the Eye, Miss Botched Autopsy, or Miss Dragged from the Lake fungus thighs?”
“Here, check out this toe tag.”
“On Miss Brazilian bikini wax?”
“Yeah. It says ‘Please take my sheet off.'”
“That’s written in black ink.”
“Uh-huh.”
“It’s fresh black ink.”
“So?”
“You have black ink on your hand.”
“Your point?”
“And you’re not wearing pants.”
“I’m…um…I’m Union.”
“Oh. Union?”
“Yep. Union.”
“So how are the dues?”
“Can’t complain.”

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101-Word Stupor — Guaranteeing my Palatial Estate in Hell With Just 101 Words

Posted by on Aug 7, 2010 in Uncategorized

Keywords: Bologna, Crater, Abstain

God munches a bologna sandwich. That’s all she packed him. It’s the sixth day and he’s tired. Creativity hangover. Every crater filled, ready for populating. Time to make Man. This time will be different. He won’t interfere. He’ll abstain. And he’ll make them all the same color: Green. He once saw this Star Trek that—Naw. He’s got a “thing” for Asians. And his son is black. Fine. But how to keep them from fighting? Compromise. Give them all the same genitalia. Give them springy vertebrae so their mouths can reach their own—”God!” his wife calls, “Get your ass home.”

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