Monty, lower: “Thank you for using our Touchless Delivery Service.” Kate, upper: “As if I had any choice. This wretched caramba-virus has made a mess of things.” Monty: “It’s corona.” Kate: “What! I didn’t order any beer. How absurd. I have never stooped to such levels of depravity […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… At the end of the last episode, Mrs. Kim may or may not have just invited me to slip out of the Cool Breeze Shack O’ Suds and possibly engage in a rousing round of slap and tickle… […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… When last we gathered round the story campfire, I thought I had spotted Mr. Kim fleeing the anarchy of his beer emporium, wherein everything had hit the fan in an escalated manner… Turns out, it was wasn’t Mr. […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… The following events actually took place on the evening of August 21, 2009 at the “Cool Breeze” establishment on West Red Bird Lane in Duncanville, Texas. Whilst some artistic license has been allowed when it comes to the […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Note: When the curtain came down on the previous scene, Mrs. Kim, anti-heroine, wife of the boss and practiced sigher, had just collapsed on her favorite feinting cot, at least according to a dream sequence that has been […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Once you open the oddly-large wooden doors of the “Cool Breeze” Beer Emporium and Bad-Taste Discotheque, you find yourself in an equally-odd vestibule of sorts, one that gives no indication as to why a vestibule is even remotely […]
Note: The following is a serialized story I scribbled out when I was just a wee bairn in the blogging word. (In fact, this one pre-dates even the “Paris Chronicles”, which eventually became the book “Screaming in Paris”, and those of you who have been with me for […]
Melanie was in a bit of a pickle. Her guests were due in mere minutes, and she still had several action items with which to dispense. She found this predicament to be annoyingly distressful, especially since she had planned her preparatory agenda down to the most microscopic detail, […]
Left to right… Sophia: “Picture it. Sicily, 1920. A beautiful young woman is running naked through a field of golden flowers. These things happen when you have chianti for breakfast. The woman pauses to let the sun glisten on her perky bazoombas, when suddenly she is propositioned by […]
Cleo the Cat: “What the hell are we looking at?” Scotch the Cat: “Oh, that’s right. You’re new around here. I forgot. I forget a lot of things. I once forgot that if the toy-let seat is up you can’t use it as a long-ching pad to get […]
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