Humor
Drowning my Sorrows
I couldn’t believe she was gone. After all I’d done for her, all the money and love I’d given her, all the indiscretions I’d forgiven because of her ‘compulsive personality disorder,’ she left me to go live in a homeless shelter so she could drink and do drugs with her new homeless boyfriend.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Ingredient
The couch is very comfortable. So comfortable in fact, that it makes me never want to stand up again. I wonder if anyone has been crazy enough to have their own ass sewn into a couch before? It does sound painful, but you’d never have to get up ever again, and eventually, the pain of having your cheeks sewn to a couch will go away, and then you’ll be comfortable, basically forever.
By Alexander T Richardson3 years ago in Fiction


