Business travelers gathered around the reception desk with their carry-on luggage and laptop bags. Quietly, I shuffle by in my hobo clothes.

Only two people were shot and one seriously beaten at the annual “Running with the FBI” festival.

He walked with a purpose, strode with determination. And because he smelled of fecal matter, they left a wide path for him to follow.

The guy with the cop mustache. The one with Vaselined gerbils stuffed up his ass. Yeah, him. He’s the one who sold me that weed.

She was a whore and a liar, and she cried when he left her. The smirking old men, he said, could have the rest of her.

“Earthworms form herds and make “group decisions”, scientists have discovered. The earthworms use touch to communicate and influence each other’s behaviour, according to research published in the journal Ethology. By doing so the worms collectively decide to travel in the same direction as part of a single herd. The striking behaviour, found in the earthworm [...]

His life as a can of spam was a sham. All these years, his wife had been in love with the other white meat.

Herman was asked to leave the band. His kazoo and cowbell weren’t the right fit for that heart-broken vagina sound they were going for.