They sat in the car with the windows up staring at the real estate agency. “Ok, son. This is it. Go in there and do a deal,” said Power Dad. “Ok,” said his son. Power Dad watched his son undo his seat belt and get out of the car. Forty-three steps and he was inside … Continue reading Power Dad →

Everything was fucked up. Things were getting so bad that for the first time since he was seven years old, the President was faced with having to get an actual job. Amidst the gentle caresses of the aromatherapy candle smoke, Camp Gramps shaved the President’s face. “Things are dire, Gramps,” said the President.“You’re a winner, … Continue reading Manosphere II: The Interrogation of Camp Gramps →

The Autist thumped the table in a retarded rage. Camp Gramps massaged his shoulders and whispered, “Easy up there, chief. You’re going to win this.” “He has to go!” said the Autist. “You’re the man. This is your show,” said Camp Gramps. “FUCKING OATH I AM THE MAN CAMP GRAMPS!” said the Autist. He calmed … Continue reading A Fictional Portrayal of the Great Manosphere Split of 2019 →

Hideto Higashiyama stared at the lines in his wife’s face as she placed the cup of tea in front of him. They ran out from her eyes and around her mouth like the lines on a road map representing rivers. She had not looked like this when they had met. Father time was a sneaky … Continue reading The Origami Rager →

They had figured him out. Saburo had been screwing the local pachinko parlour out of money for three and a half years and now the local yakuza knew. It had been an accident at first, but once he had become aware of how to win, he had refused to stop winning for one thousand and … Continue reading Pachinko Parlour Blues →

He looked at himself in the mirror. He had tucked his cock between his legs, his pubic hair covering the shaft just enough so that he could try to picture himself as a woman. The light of the bathroom did not lend itself to enhancing any latent femininity he may have possessed and instead only … Continue reading Third Date: Sweaty Tits →

She had pulled the middle finger at motherhood and it had been her choice. Nobody was going to tell her what to do. The Patriarchy had stolen enough from her and the sisterhood and there was no way she was going to contribute to the clusterfuck of toxicity she struggled to wade through every single … Continue reading The Future is Female →

Snakey and Dumb sat across from each other at a table while they brainstormed their next grift. A fly buzzed around both their heads going back and forth in a manner that suggested it was confused as to which was the better hunk of shit. “Fuck me dead, Dumb. Time to put on the old … Continue reading The Grifters →