Gerard DiLeo
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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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My substrack at https://substack.com/@drdileo
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103 Snow White and the 7 Pervs
The rent was cheap. She eagerly set up her room in the 8-bedroom cottage. One by one, each knocked on her door. Sleazy was first. "Say, Snow White, I couldn't help but notice y0ur snow white skin. Now everyone needs a spongebath from time to time. If you need one, if you're dirty--anywhere at all--please tiptoe to my room. I've lots of experience with dirty girls."
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
101 The Joke's On Me
I nailed it! He had no more questions for me after only 15 minutes. I made him laugh. Made him agree with me. My resumé, he said, was "sterling." And there was only one other candidate when I was called in. How hard was it to beat out only one other guy? And look at him! He looked homeless. Smelled of alcohol. Tertiary smoke exposure stinking up the Place. Shiny clothes that could stand up by themselves.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
98 — Shenanigans and Such: a Treatise on Dipshits, Assholes, and Combobulations
My name's Tom Foolery, and I'm always in the nitty gritty with my shenanigans. Whether it be horseplay, brouhaha, or general rigamarole, I jump from the frying pan into the fire with all of my hijinks. Some call it hanky panky; I call it being discombobulated.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
97 Unfathomable
It was a dark and stormy night in the Mariana Trench. 36,000 feet below the surface of the haunted Pacific, the waterwinds were blowing fiercely as bioluminescence flashed like lightning. Deafening thunder erupted from the friction of two shimmying layers of deep waters struggling against their common thermocline.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
Odysseus
There was a taste in the air. He did taste it, although his lips were pressed firmly together in a clasped defense of wrung creases. It was that salty spray taste that could penetrate even a closed mouth accustomed to sea. He bit against himself until he tasted his blood instead.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
