by Pissy Philly… The year was 2081, and everybody was finally equal. Wait, that’s another story. Still, you get the idea. And anyway, equality came a long time before that. While our story does take place in the very same year, 2081, it’s not about equality but instead the nicing-down of America in the years…
by Chatty Philly… I met her in Topeka. No, it was Emporia. No, it was Wichita. Doesn’t matter. What I do remember is that I met her in a saloon. I was working the i35 circuit at the time, making the Kansas tornado run on my way to Oklahoma. I remember she was standing there…
by Gabby Philly… They called him the Safety president. President Anthony Aegis. He ran on sweeping reforms to make America safe again. To save lives. He wasn’t kidding. Anthony Aegis was the most honest and truthful candidate the country had ever seen. It was his strict adherence to the truth, as much as it was…
by Jihady Philly… I got this magazine in the mail the today. It’s called Ignite: The Lifestyle Magazine for Aspiring Jihadists and Bomb Makers. Not sure why it came here. So I called the 1-800 number and got a hold of customer service. They told me there must have been some kind of mix-up and…
by Stinky Philly… I should have packed it in and moved to a desert island a long time ago when I still had the chance. When I was young. Instead, just like Billy Clyde Tuggle, I remained right here in the snake pit while society ate away at me like a bunch of cannibals. Or…
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 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?…
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,…
