Wherein a hipster causes a hungover chef chagrin, but is still cheerfully accorded a seat at the table.
Author: Y. Balloo
Amateur novelist / Work in progress.
Wherein we see that Hell’s approach to handling sexual harassment by and among their demons is much like the Alt-Right and MRA’s.
Wherein we discuss the difference between a demon, imp and a devil and find that it’s a matter of imperfect design by a perfect Creator and imperfect imitator- Like Louis Vuitton and Trump’s fashion line.
Wherein we learn that no one famous gets airtime for being polite… Except Tom Hanks.
Wherein we learn that editors need love too, and emails being sent after midnight say more about themselves than the any of the text they carry.
“Congratulations, sir,” the officer sighed. Paul remembered him sighing in a mystifying way. Maybe it…
This has been an interesting week. I took a couple days off leading up to…
“I love it when a plan comes together.” I have certain planning/outlining traditions I like…
“How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.” I’m opening with that…
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