The Dregs of Society
Once upon a recession, a family of wandering gypsies arrived in America by steamer from Istanbul, and their long stay at the Marriott proved more fruitful than expected.
Once upon a recession, a family of wandering gypsies arrived in America by steamer from Istanbul, and their long stay at the Marriott proved more fruitful than expected.
The following are actual Facebook messages between me and my biological father, who has been absent from my life since I was about five years old.
If you tell someone that you dropped a phone in the toilet, they invariably have but one question: 'Was it clean, or….you know?'
I worked a different 9 to 5, PM to AM. I was the night maintenance guy at the Yogurt Palace, and I had the whole Palace to myself. For those 9 hours, I was king.
I bet Billy Mays could do a lot more than sell useless crap to dumb people. Can you imagine having him as your wingman at the bar? I can.
If you think dining hall grub smells bad freshly cooked, imagine a girl, in a mini-skirt, in the middle of class, in the middle of the row, who just shit herself.
'These people are eating McDonald’s, how much more grossed out could they be if they saw a homeless penis?' I thought. Not very much apparently.
What possessed me to dye my hair purple, I cannot say. It all started with DIY hair bleach and three bottles of Gentian Violet. And it got worse from there.
I thought it could only happen in pornos, but in the darkness of the parking lot I witnessed my first female ejaculation.
Even though my ex was constantly in the mood for sex, I willfully abstained through her first four periods. Then we hit the bloody sheets.
When I returned home from the game show, I was ostracized by my peers - mocked, ridiculed, beaten. All because I failed to defeat Kirk Fogg.
A long time ago, God realized he could put stuff on Earth. So he decided that the dinosaurs would have to worship him. How? By hatching his dinosaur son.