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Hello. My name is Todd, and I’m an alcoholic. I guess.

“It is not often that we find megafauna of this size in tropical climates,” claimed the university paleontologist.

Out on bail. I was as free as a fox in the meadow. The judge had restricted me to the four-corners of the state. That was fine.

I’m still fumbling with the dial on the combination lock when the second bell rings. I’m going to be late.

The above videos are archives of the two most recent editions of the Misery Loves Company social reading series.

I’ve never been to Taco Bell. In fact, not only have I never been, but it is legally impossible for me to go there.

There was a girl, skinny like a finger, who disappeared up God’s hole

Eat me alive
No sleep til the body’s forced into it

It was sunny outside, but still gloomy, as the parasite slithered its way through the streets of the neighborhood.

It’s finally happened.