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Sometimes after taking your daily dick-punching from your job, the universe at large, both or any other entities who might line up to sock you a semi-righteous and solid one to the sack, you need a little something that brings you a bit of comfort. Then you realize it’s going on 9 p.m. and you’ve consumed nothing but black coffee, antidepressants, anti-gout meds and sugar-free Blue Raspberry Lemonade Kool-Aid — that you’ve been running on anxiety-induced adrenaline and an unhealthy dose of crippling abject horror. Sure, you can fire up Uber ...
Weekly Contest #181
There are popsicle sticks everywhere, including my midriff.A signal something is wrong. Or at the very least not completely right. I peel one off my left tit and am disappointed that it doesn’t have a joke written on it. I shout “Buckets!” and throw it across the room, hoping it lands somewhere in the vicinity of the trash can. I roll out of bed and head to the head for my first piss of the day. Mid-stream she appears in the doorway.“Glad to see you’re pissing without laughing this morning,” she says, not looking very pleased.I am ...
Weekly Contest #180
My normal morning shower took on an unordinary significance with a quickness when the typewriter charm on my necklace fell off the chain, circled the drain and then went down it before I could do so much as a thing. I heard a subtle but simultaneously deafening ping as it landed on the glazed porcelain tiles, looked down in just enough time to see it disappear. “Well, I really hope that’s not going to be a sign for something,” I thought, knowing there was no way I was going to get it back, even though I did squat down, nude, in a basebal...
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