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As I trudged my way down the alley, I could smell the fetid stench of decaying flesh. I knew my time had come. I rounded the corner, and there he was. My subject stood at 5 feet 4 inches but was currently crouched over his latest prey. In his life, his name was Jeremy Ficklestein. He was a father of three, happily married to a lovely wife, whose body was found without its organs and, inexplicably, its chest.