Armidale had been good to me so far. I was waiting for a steak and the octogenarian tinder experiment next to me was about to kick off. The geriatric sex fiends were sauced up on booze and had been ushered in from the bar. They were so drunk they could barely talk and seemed demented, … Continue reading Armidale Love Story →

The movie was only twelve minutes and thirty-one seconds in, so it wasn’t a big deal. The call could have waited. He wasn’t that important, but fuck it, right? So she sat in the middle of the theatre with the movie playing at full volume and yelled into the phone at a guy she had … Continue reading Whiteknight Apocalypse →

I was sitting across from her trying to stay focused on what she was saying but I was fading in and out and her tits were the only thing keeping me afloat. I was bobbing up and down in an ocean of bored shitlessness and I was going to have to get up and leave … Continue reading Her Novel →

She wasn’t getting what she deserved. That goddamn guy was holding her back with his sweaty and hairy bullshit. She no longer knew why she had married him. In fact, if she was truthful with herself, she only married him because he had tricked her. He had tricked her into thinking he was something that … Continue reading What She Deserved →

With Uncle Bob in the slammer and Camp Gramps proving as useless as ever, the President had become nothing more than a rudderless ship in a sea of uncertainty and vicious feminists. The last convention had been a complete and utter turd sandwich and the President was lost as to what to do next. He … Continue reading Manosphere VI: Double P and the Chakra Pussy →

Shit had hit the fan and flung all over Manosphere Headquarters and the President was goddamn angry. Hurtful words had been said and ever since Uncle Bob and the President had had their argument things had not been running smoothly. Distraught, the President had found himself with his phone to his ear on more than … Continue reading Manosphere V: Uncle Bob Strikes Back →

The toxicity of his masculinity ran through his veins like the contents of a lethal injection except it wasn’t killing him. It was fucking up his chances with women, though, and he was trying to think of ways to combat it. No woman had ever shown interest him. He had done all the right things … Continue reading Cuddle Club →

The Manosphere had become a clusterfuck. Nothing was working and no one was watching. The Philosopher had blown out in weight even further and Camp Gramps continued to say stupid shit on social media. The President was not happy. His pyramid scheme was on shaky ground and he was willing to do anything to save … Continue reading Manosphere IV: Fixing Chicks →

She thought she had seen God when her head smashed into the toilet cubicle door as he fucked her from behind, but she didn’t find Him then. She thought she had heard God when she was walking home from a night of turkey slapping with a stranger, but it had just been people yelling obscenities … Continue reading She Found God →

The aromatherapy candle lit up the back corners of the room and threw their shadows against the wall. Camp Gramps stood to attention while the President paced back and forth in the dim light of the candle’s flame. “Are you ready for your mission?” asked the President. “Yes, sir, my president,” said Camp Gramps. “What … Continue reading Manosphere III: Undercover Camp Gramps →