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…
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…
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…
by Chris Hlad… The only thing stronger than her love for him was her absolute hatred for the man. Whatever love was there was getting drowned by blackness, like a lit light bulb sinking into a tar pit. She loved him just like any normal woman would love their Hollywood Rock Star crush, but her…
by Chris Hlad… I teach online Excel classes to a bunch of nitwits who should have had this program down oh, I don’t know, let’s say ten years ago? I know, I’m probably breaking some teacher’s code of ethics by saying this. There has got to be a rule book somewhere stating teachers must never,…
by Day-dreamy Philly… The story that follows is something I always wanted to do. I always wanted to apply for a job and during the interview, really speak my mind. You know, like in the movie Office Space. Or just just let ‘em have it, like on Seinfeld when George decided to do the opposite…
by Chris Hlad… I’ve never liked that term. ‘Circus Freak’ just sounds mean, wouldn’t you agree? Well, that is what my friend Jack Le Deux’s job description is: Circus Freak. I don’t think it would look good on a resume, personally, but then again, I think this is the only line of work that Jack…
by Accidentally Philly… There was blood everywhere, all over the floor, all over the door, all over the couch. But where was it all coming from? Where was all the blood coming from? Oh yeah, the accident. Man, was her husband going to be pissed. Read the whole smashed-up story… The Accident is the latest…
by Headlessly Philly… My name is Wasif and I live in one of those countries where fun is forbidden and women walk around all wrapped up in blankets. It’s a backward nation—on the outside—but what goes on behind closed doors is much like any Western country, especially the USA. So imagine my surprise when the…
