by Catfish McDaris I corn holed your mama, screwed your dog & cat, made your girlfriend suck me, then washed my dick in your aquarium, killing all your fish Sounds serious, I said, yawning Hey motherfucker, I’m not bullshitting, then I drank all your beer You what? I cocked my 9 MM & jammed it …
Category Archive: Issue #3
Oct 15
christmas tip
by John Grochalski he shook my hand and handed me an envelope with a card and some cash stuffed inside while i tried not to think about how many times a week i’d jacked-off to his hot wife all of that sperm splattered on my bedroom floor and into paper towels as i took her …
Oct 15
Falling In Love
by James Babbs she’s everything I ever wanted if the things I read about her scrawled on the walls of the bathroom stall are true
Oct 15
Saturday Night Dance
by Wanda Morrow Clevenger Getting wasted wasn’t the primary goal. Neither was dancing. Both backdrop, secondary bit-players in the small-town extravaganza. Our Town for the ’70s. Leaving with a guy, being seen leaving with him, the band’s muffled last hoorah cut off as the car door thuds shut, warm vinyl against bare ass was the …
Oct 15
Working with the Working Girls
by Nick Gerrard I have nothing against prostitutes. In fact I like them a lot. I don’t like prostitution, or guys that use them. And I really hate pimps. The lowest of the lowest. On the other hand though; when I lived in Balsall Heath, it was kind of the norm. Not for me, but …
Oct 15
Meth Pipe
by Josh Olsen While walking my dog, Kelso – a merle, Australian Shepherd/Collie mix – I came upon what I believed to be a meth pipe. It was left in plain view, on the sidewalk, in front of one of the many foreclosures in our neighborhood, and when I breathlessly relayed this information to KT, …
Oct 15
Phantoms
by Rob Pierce I knew her before the scars. I still see her unscarred, although I see her scarred as well. I see a montage of her faces past and present. She aches where limbs were severed, and I feel arms that no longer exist wrapped around me tight. She cannot let go of me …
Oct 15
An Admission from the Object of Female Objectification
by George Korolog I want to selfishly put this to you. I want you to turn me loose on your body. I don’t want to wait for you to make up your mind. I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to admit to anything or explain. I want you to draw near, close your …
Oct 15
Empty cunt from hell
by Teri Louise Kelly You know what I am The kind of girl gets on a plane & hopes it’ll crash Gets in a lift & hopes the cable snaps The kind of cold-hearted bitch from nowhere you know Only goes to sea in the hope of drowning Only crosses a bridge in the hope …
Oct 15
Red October
by Brian Fugett I was well into my third beer when I noticed her giving me the proverbial ‘once-over’ at the Halloween party. She was a 5’ 3” brunette dressed as Frank Miller’s version of Robin the Boy Wonder and was endowed with an immaculate pair of 36 Cs that pressed out the little “R” …