The Hat and The Hair 47: Episode 45

The Hat and The Hair 47: Episode 45

“Pussy,” the hat said. “You goddamn coward.” Donald had his head down on his desk and Barron was holding a cold compress to the back of the neck. “You’ll never be the King of Persia now,” a defeated Donald told his giant son. “I wish I had never become your hat,” the...

Wednesday Afternoon SugarLinks – Cut the night just like a razor

Wednesday Afternoon SugarLinks – Cut the night just like a razor

Taking the plunge – and marrying a river There’s something afoot in the woods today. Bubble-headed humanoid figures bump clumsily through the trees, making their way down to the water’s edge accompanied by flute and drum. Here comes Frog, with bulgy red eyes, followed...

Boobmania!

Boobmania!

“I got them jugs!” Bryon yelled as he chased Kristi through the house, his enormous breasts swaying queasily. “Fuck off, Byron!’ Kristi yelled, picking up a sugar bowl and throwing it at his head. She missed and it bounced off of his watermelon breasts. “Look at...

Your Resident Narcissistic Misogynist Rape-Culture Apologist

Joemala: Episode 74

  “You let him ride a bicycle?” Tony asked, incredulous, his voice booming from the speakers of his isolation pod. “He wanted to,” Dr. Jill Biden said petulantly. She fingered the stethoscope around her neck nervously. “Nothing can happen to him before midterms,”...

Wednesday Afternoon Stutterlinks

It's just a stutter. It's just a stutter. It's just a stutter.   The hat and the hair were both sitting on the desk in the Office of the President the United States In Exile when Donald walked in, short little steps to main balance, a Diet Coke in one hand and...