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Litter Duty
I hate cleaning up after teenagers. It’s the worst part of the job. There’s a special sort of sociopathy the unformed teen mind exhibits…
Tag: Humor
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Mr. Lonely
You could be forgiven for thinking the greeting card industry is dying. You’d be wrong. The invention of email promised to kill the postal…
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I Like My Wife Better As A Skinwalker
Well, you read the title, so you know what this is about. I have to get this off my chest, to anyone who will…
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A Good Old-Fashioned Book Burning
Hazel Petti was the bane of our existence. By “ours”, I don’t just mean the students at Clara Perkins Elementary School. Everyone in town…
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Captcha dot YOU
ok so this is REAL and it happened to me and my cousin jared who is 19 and very smart with computers (he got…
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Franchise Killer: The Stupid Ones
The numerous neon signs in the front windows buzzed like a swarm of lazy flies, casting a rainbow of corporate influence into the darkness…
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I Am A Lifeguard For A Parking Lot Puddle
Have you ever searched for employment for so long that pretty much any offer looked like a dream job? That was me a few…
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A Ridiculous Affair
Note: For legal purposes, I’m changing the names of not only people, but companies for reasons that’ll be obvious by the end of the…
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The Graveyard Club: The Skeleton’s Child
Cemeteries aren’t really scary at night. When you’re a kid, every tombstone has a dark spirit behind it. Every burial plot has a vengeful…
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I’m The Yard Sale Guy. Yes, That One.
Listen… I didn’t exactly apply to be the middleman for a malevolent, nonexistent software company. Who would? I’m not a gamer, a collector, or…