The Scaffolder’s Vape
Get drenched by the sweat of your brow. Write your feelings down on a manilla envelope, then burn it. Then…
Do Mannequins dream of working in Milan?
Break free from the Gulag’s shackles you Country Bumpkins. Welcome to my blog. I’ve stopped counting them now, but I…
The Hitman’s Leotard
Oh hello you gorgeous boys and girls I’m a foolish foolish individual. After two warnings, I’ve been done for swearing…
The Bishop’s Ipod
Greetings, you Grieving Bus Conductors. I’ve got a class blog for you today. I want to talk about the death…
The Gentleman’s Brassiere
So your Mom found the Aztec Death Whistle that you hid in your sock drawer. It was given to you…
The Hipster’s Pillowcase
My wife always keeps fresh fruit around the house, So I put eight peeled oranges into a black rubbish bag,…
Ode to the Ghostly Spiced Chicken
I see an old man playing football in the park. I go there to get some exercise by chasing my…
The Sneaky Gentleman’s Tools
Get high on life, you inconsiderate gangbangers. I’m still sorting out my job shit, but I’m officially going to be…
The Postman’s Foreskin
After a particularly taxing day at work shoveling shit uphill, I like to go home and pour myself a Fanta…
Squeaky Scrotum
Praise Beelzebub you filthy elbow junkies. This is Blog Number 7. I promise to have some class prose next time,…