Note: This is another Crusty Pie post where the original is a bit lackluster. So, let’s mess around with it, shall we? Original Take. Woman on the Right: “I really think highly of myself and therefore must wear this impromptu crown that I fashioned out of my […]
Jane: “I feel compelled to report an issue with my accommodations.” Hairaldo: “You look like you are compelled about a lot of things. And why is your dress stapled to your bosom?” Jane: “That’s not important. I didn’t sleep well at all last night.” Hairaldo: “Did you remember […]
Taffy fully admitted that she didn’t know a lot of things, but she was suddenly certain of this: Her man was cheating on her, once again. She snatched up the photo and stomped toward the back of the house, throwing open a door and confronting her lover. “We […]
Another questionable treasure from the archives… 1. The name game. You’re standing there with people you have known all your life, talking about other people you have known all your life, and suddenly you can’t remember the name of your first cousin that you have known all […]
Meredith knew she had put it off long enough. She had hemmed. She had hawed. She had worked on things that didn’t need working, piddled with things that didn’t need piddling, and dicked with things that didn’t need dicking. She had even scrubbed all the toilets in the […]
Explanatory Note: This is the first installment of a multi-part saga I scribbled many years ago. I don’t think I’ve ever shared any of this increasingly-twisted tale on Bonnywood, but I may be mistaken. In any case, enjoy… So, we woke up on a Thursday, startled to […]
Orson Welles, left: “Why are you staring at me like that? Can’t a guy watch a movie in peace?” Joseph Cotten, right: “Well, I couldn’t help but notice that you appear to be… attending to a self-pleasure ritual that is not quite appropriate for our establishment.” Orson: “Look, […]
Note: This is an older post, so, once again, please excuse the dated references… William: “It says here in the paper that we’ve reached a significant milestone. I suppose we should celebrate. And by celebrate, I mean drink alcohol and pretend to be happier than we really are.” […]
The crime scene investigator was extremely puzzled as he reviewed this image captured by a security camera. At first glance, it did appear that the woman dancing on the desk was probably responsible for the corpse currently in the county morgue, and the primitive but heavy cast on […]
Note: Years ago, when my “Crusty Pie” blog was in its formative months, I was hyper-invested in the goings on, often putting out three posts a day. (Granted, many of them were simple one or two-liners, but still.) At that inane rate of productivity, there were bound to […]
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