What Goes Pop in The Night – Fiction

April 1, 1996

People piss me off. I think there’re too many of them. I’d like to pop a few, but I won’t. I don’t know why I won’t. Probably ’cause I ain’t got the nerve.

The Culture Bunker – Fiction

April 1, 1996

The cellblock was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The warden swung around angrily. “Awright, who dropped that pin? Somebody spoiling to be expurgated?”

Hitard the Fool – Fiction

April 1, 1996

She pulled at his ears. He pulled at her ass. She stepped back, staggering and gasping, not like one would expect from a Queen. She grabbed at the jug blissfully.

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