The Suicide Station

by Chris Hlad… There’s a station in Los Angeles that thinks it’s doing humanity a favor. While their intentions are good, the one little thing that they don’t realize is that the only thing worse than a broken heart is a heart that is broken twice. There is no remedy for this, no simple cure…

The Weather Girl

by Horny Philly… I was down at this bar called Southdowns the other night when all of a sudden I run into Jim McCaffrey.  You know Jim.  He’s the lead anchor over at Channel 12 News.  The old guy.  The one who’s been there for what seems like a million years. In reality, McCaffrey’s been…

The Program

by Chris Hlad… To call Tully Edwards overweight would be a gross understatement; calling him just plain gross, on the other hand, would be more apropos. Big Tully stumbled into his big predicament like most Americans do: very slowly. At first it was just a few pounds which could easily be taken off in a…

The Nighty Night Show

by Nighty Philly… I saw her. I really saw her. Who?  Why, Mona Menendez, of course.  You may remember Mona from the children’s television program, The Nighty Night Show.  She was the pretty young lady in the golf-style, checkered pants.  The one with the sidekick, Luna.  Remember? Read the whole story…        …

Not So Well Hung

by Chris Hlad… I tried killing myself, but to no avail. Why it didn’t work, I have no idea. I’d read about lots of ways to leave this earth, and the one that appealed to me the most was hanging. It would be quick – just a snap of the neck and you’re done. Unless,…

Big Dick Billionaires

by Hugely Philly… My friend BD Batz has the biggest dick I ever saw. Granted, I haven’t seen a lot of them, but we went to high school together and when you go to high school together, you see each other’s penises. You know what I’m talking about. So imagine my surprise when BD showed…

The Fringe Benefits of Cancer

by Chris Hlad… My friend Phil is a genuinely good human being. I’ve known him for some thirty plus years, and I’ve never had a bad thing to say about him. Until now, although I think ‘bad’ is much to strong of a word to describe my current thoughts. Perhaps odd would be a better…

I Think I’ll Build Me a Bridge

by Unhinged Philly… That’s right. There’s a five-mile stretch between the mainland and the island where I live and the only way to get across is by ferry. It takes forever!  So, I think I’ll build me a bridge. The problem is, boats pass by all the time. Big boats. And then there’s the occasional…

The Inevitable Casting Couch

by Chris Hlad… I’m an actress, and I’m invading your living room on a regular basis, although you might not know it. And guess what else? Okay, I’ll tell you: I work five days a week, get paid, and haven’t had to lay down on one casting couch, if you know what I mean. If…

The Electro Ejaculation Salesman

by Wacky Philly… I was thinking the other day about an old friend of mine, Jackson Jackson. You heard me right: Jackson Jackson. Like Jean-Paul, Jean-Paul from Seinfeld. Jackson is a born salesman. He and I went to high school together, but instead of going to college like the rest of us, Jackson decided instead…