Lorne Michaels, executive producer of the long-running NBC sketch comedy show Saturday Night Live, announced that Russian Premier Vladimir Putin will host the show later this season. Michaels acknowledged there may be some criticism for the choice of a repressive Soviet leader currently raging a brutal war against Ukraine fronting the show. However, he went on to say that “SNL has a long tradition of featuring controversial performers and politicians as hosts and guests. Vladi may be considered extreme for some in our audience but, on the other hand, we think it will be the most watched telev ..read more

“Hi, I’m Detective Barnum and this is Sargent Bailey and you are, let me see here, Maurice Sandoval.” “That’s right officer, sir.” “And you were in the ‘Pop and Scotch’ mini-mart when you were arrested?” “Well, yeah I work down the street at the Mary Jane dispensary so I come in lots.” “So, tell us what happened.” “Okay, I’m filling up my Mega Cherry Slurry when this guy comes running in yelling he’s ‘the big winner’.” “The big winner?” “Yeah, says he’s the big lotto winner. So, Ruben, the cashier behind the counter, he comes over to check out the numbers. And I slide over next to the guy to ..read more

Although many of us are familiar with the stars of cartoons, how many truly know what they were like off-stage? In my exposé, “The Characters Behind The Characters,” I’ve uncovered the dirty secrets the studios don’t want you to know. Here are some excerpts from my book: The Flintstones: According to multiple sources, Fred Flintstone was a raging drunk, often grabbing female production assistants by the hair as they passed by. At some point, he stopped wearing underwear beneath his loin cloth and would expose himself when the mood fit. It has been reported that while filming “The Jetsons Meet ..read more

I come from a well-established line of undertakers and, as the legend goes, one of my ancestors was preparing a not-quite-dead peasant when an apparition of the Grim Reaper appeared. Supposedly they struck up a conversation and a tradition continues. A little while ago my father and I were cutting up some poor slob on the slab who had fallen off a ladder. Dad looked up and said, “Son, it’s time for you, as the eldest one has for generations, to spend a day with Bob.” Which is what we called the Grim Reaper. So, come morning off I went to meet Bob near the scene of a horrific traffic accident ..read more

“I’m Detective Laurel and this is Inspector Hardy. I understand you were here at this coffeehouse when the disturbance took place?”    “Yes. Hi, I’m Alan Brown and I certainly was. I was sitting at that table over there.” “And how long had you been at the table before the incident occurred?”    “About four hours.” “You were at that table for four hours?”    “Yes I was.” “And you live nearby here in Williamsburg.”    ‘”Yes, I do. I often come here to observe the human condition.” “Well, okay. What can you tell us about how it started?”    “I re ..read more

I come from a time when Pluto was a planet, you didn’t have to pass security to go to a public restroom and pornography was hidden in the attic by your old man. I’ve been around long enough to accept that my future is behind me. I’m getting an idea how others see me. When I had my driver’s license renewed I asked the clerk about donating my organs and she looked up at me and said don’t bother. When my kids visit they begin talking about ways to rearrange the house that doesn’t include any of my furniture. I had to ask someone I never met where I parked my car. Doing a little writing these day ..read more

I needed to get away. The walls of my apartment were so thin I could hear when my neighbor’s kid was done banging my now ex-wife. But at least then I’d know she’d be home soon for dinner. I could understand her drifting away. I make for terrible company, even when I’m alone. It’s not so much I don’t enjoy talking to people as much as it is I don’t like listening to them. So, to avoid small talk as I traveled on a journey of self-discovery, but still enjoy some companionship, I bought a sex doll online from Cranker.fun. Sure, she was used but I wanted one with experience. I know what you’re th ..read more

I’m not sure how but my dog Frenchy seems to have come to the realization that all living things, such as himself, will someday die. Most likely it was his last visit to the vet when the doctor wheeled by a dog that had been run over. He looked uncannily like Frenchy except for the skid marks on his chest and his dead eyes. But while the other canines about yelped, whimpered, or ran around in circles, Frenchy stared intently as his doppelganger’s lifeless body passed by. It caught my attention that he was laser-focused on the departed, his pupils wide open and his mouth agape. Shortly after ..read more

Am I the only one thinking that? Well, possibly but I bet you’re thinking about it now. Before we get started let me say the last thing I want to do is get on that family’s bad side. Being smitten or plundered is not something I’m looking for. So, very important disclaimer, any opinions expressed in this story are thoughts that were put in my head by a supreme being. Okay, back to Nepo babies. You know, the whole thing that has everyone talking. Basically, it’s a person whose success in life is perceived as a result of Nepotism by using a relative’s name or position of power. Hence the term ..read more

We first met as she lay in her coffin. I gently bent down, whispered some small pleasantries in her ear, and continued along the line. I was depressed, of course, it had been a very hard day for me. With the service over I walked out of the church and passed through the mourners, each in assorted stages of bereavement, as a hearse idled at the curb. But, God I never felt so alive. It was a blessing indeed, that in my state, so out of sorts and disheartened, that I happened upon someone, yes a stranger, whose sad final chapter had been written. Whatever thoughts I had about the human condition ..read more