by Fat Chick Philly… I sneaked another peak at her across the bar, trying my best to not look like I was looking, but it was too late, she had seen me already. Why was I trying to avoid being seen? Because I was shy? Not hardly. I was lonely, and I didn’t want to…
by Chris Hlad… By the end of the third day, Ted had the new house pretty much passable. Of course, his version of passable was a lot different than Valerie’s, his wife. He knew she’d be making some changes, once she arrived; but for now, for the most part, he thought she’d be pretty happy…
by Barry Goldstein… My wife is lovely like ruby-red lipstick. She has the most exquisite, big and bouncy breasts. Every time she rolls over in bed and kisses me good morning, she gives me a woody, and I’m reminded how she came to be my wife. She is my queen. Thanks to her, I finally…
by Orgy Philly… I’m not ashamed to say, I did my internship at this big bookseller corporation. Okay, wait a minute; maybe I am ashamed. I’m not going to say the name of the company because that would be inappropriate. McScrew-Hell. Truth is, McScrew-Hell is not a nice-little bookworm company like you might think. They’re…
by Really Philly… I was down in the French Quarter the other day when I came across none other than Todd Rundgren himself. Who? Todd Rundgren. You know, the singer/songwriter with Top 40 hits in the 70s like Hello It’s Me and I Saw the Light? Doesn’t ring a bell? Bang the Drum All Day?…
by John Rachel… “Danny,” pleaded his mother, “please, eat your dinner, You haven’t touched a thing.” Danny was six years old. “Don’t call me Danny! My name is Flava-yo.” “Please eat something,” said his mother. Then, you can watch TV.” “I hate your cooking!” said Danny. “Why can’t we have McDonald’s?” “I made this special for…
That’s right, your beloved founder Philip Loyd is now doing his crazy Flashbytes thing on, of all places, Forbes. Philip on Forbes. Come check out The Panic, as it was originally titled, on Forbes.com. The Panic, starring Wall Street’s very first swindler himself, William Duer. Still waiting to hear personally from the man, Steve Forbes,…
by Legally Philly… I recently made a fateful choice: I decided to make my lawyer my new business partner. Big Mistake. Huge mistake, but not for the reasons you might think. Not because all lawyers come from the firm of Dewey, Cheetum, and Howe. Nothing so trivial. So why, then? Why did I decide to…
by Purely Philly… I was down in the basement yesterday; that’s when I found him: my little friend from the 17th century. I just bought a home in the Beacon Hill district of Boston. It’s one of those old houses that dates back before even America itself. When I went down to the basement to…
by Hillbilly Philly… I have this recurring nightmare. It’s like that Cheers episode where Eddie Lebec, Carla’s husband, dies, and both his wives show up. Only my nightmare is worse. Much worse. It’s the day of my funeral and there I am in my casket. It’s a shitty casket, but I couldn’t care less about…
