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Santa's Answering Service Dec 31, 2005, 04:00 EST
By Brian Newman
Our Canadian mail system works with a 'postal code', a series of letters and numbers that helps determine one's exact mailing address. To those who are unfamiliar with Santa's postal code at the North pole, it is H0H 0H0.

 

Satellite Dementia May 4, 2001, 03:00 EDT
By Rev.Sean C. Rothstein-Jacobson
There have only been two occasions in my life when I felt like I was on the brink of true insanity. I don't mean manic-depression/co- dependence/neurosis-du-jour but REAL madness- true dementia. Once was when the mother of my son and I split up: I felt the entire universe had become an infinitely thin tunnel of unrelenting anguish. It was no good. The other time was when I worked graveyard shift at a soft rock radio station that played piped-in music from Los Angeles.

 

SAVE FRANCES BEAN! Jan 31, 2006, 02:00 EST
By Jakob Straub
My generation lacks revolutionary squares in which to gather and shout out slogans, showing off indoctrination received by an oppressive regime. We don't participate in rallies with flags and banners because we're being individuals who don't raise their fists in the air in unison.

 

Scary things found on the paper May 19, 1997, 05:00 EDT
By Leandro

 

School Oct 19, 1998, 05:00 EDT
By Jeff Wright

15 years. Is that really a long time? Why yes I do believe it is. What could you do that would require 15 years to complete? I really couldn't tell you. But "THE MAN" (hehehe) seems to think that 15 years is the minimum you should spend in school, getting your education (This is for Ontario. We've got OAC/Grade 13.).

 

Scooby Doo Stuff Feb 3, 1997, 03:00 EST
By Dave Kaczanowski

 

Searching For Clues Dec 31, 2005, 02:00 EST
By Sharon Cochrane
Last week an investigating psychiatrist asked me how I would describe myself. I seem to be public property now. This is strange for a person who has always been quiet and enjoyed her privacy. Perhaps I could write out an account for you of each hour of that day?

 

Searching for Rikki Rockett Jun 8, 2000, 03:00 EDT
By Samantha Craggs

Despite the title of this piece and its resemblance to what I hear is an intriguing movie about a child prodigy, this is not about chess. This is about a quest to meet an aging glam rocker.

 

Searching For Small Feb 26, 2002, 02:00 EST
By Cliff Yankovich
Do you think the Airplane (yeah, I am talking about the Airplane -- don't give me that "Starship" hoo-hah) shopped at Sam's Club? By the second aisle I began to have the feeling that something was surrealistically wrong with the picture. Had I taken the "small" pill?

 

Sepia photos on Cannery Row Jul 9, 2001, 03:00 EDT
By Rev. Sean C. Rothstein-Jacobson
Okay, here's a confession, don't laugh at me because I am really trusting you here: I once was almost a hippie. I had long hair, wore tye-dyes, went to Grateful Dead shows, hiked a lot, smoked copious amounts of dope, and said things like "Dude that's TRIPPY!"

 

Sex Jun 22, 2004, 02:00 EDT
By Robert Levin
I was proceeding from the belief that by sleeping with a representative of every kind of female body, and every category of appearance I would, in effect, come to know all women and that such an accomplishment would be good for my writing.

 

Sex and the Condom Sep 1, 2003, 02:00 EDT
By Leandro Asnaghi-Nicastro
I'm having sex as I write this. Despite the fact that the last time I had any was so long ago I had almost forgotten what it all involved, all equipment reported for duty, was accounted for and things are going as expected.

 

Sex is not What Everyone Brags About Jan 28, 2000, 05:00 EST
By Luke de Sade
Before some of you start a lynch mob and come to burn me at the stake, hear me out first. I'm one of those people that can either have sex or don't have sex. I don't care about sex as most people do, and because of this, I get all sort of comments by my friends. And by the way, I lost my virginity when I was 15 years old (I'm 23 at the moment.)

 

Sexually Transmitted Poison Ivy, Uncle Dale's Travelling Outhouse, and Other Stories That Should Be True Sep 13, 1999, 02:00 EDT
By Jason MacIsaac
If you study literature, painting, music, or any other kind of art, sooner or later you will hear phrases like "Art for Art's sake," and the like. Good art, that is, a fascinating sculpture, a portrait, even a movie or a good TV episode does not necessary have to have anything to do with truth or even meaning.

 

Shaft One Bad Mother...(shut your mouth)ing Movie Jun 26, 2000, 03:00 EDT
By Jeff Wright

If you're looking for Eminem's email address, you've come to the wrong place. It's not likely that any of our readers will know his whereabouts. Look for the Real Slim Shady elsewhere.

THE MANAGEMENT

 

Shite, Shite, Shite!!! Psuedo Reviews Jul 24, 2000, 03:00 EDT
By Jeff Wright

Hey-now. This issue's gonna wade through a lot of shit, so if you don't want to wade along with me, go out and rent SWEET AND LOWDOWN. I'm gonna talk about it further into my ramblings, but there's a lot of "Don't go in there" type stuff I've got to get out of the way first.

 

Short Clip Scripts Dec 2, 1998, 03:00 EST
By "The Screaming Clown"

Here are a few "short clip scripts" that I have written about 4 years ago, while over-relaxing. I now found the paper with these thoughts, and since I am cleaning up my desk, I shall write these thoughts down and communicate them to you.

 

Shortcomings Aug 23, 2005, 03:00 EDT
By Curtis M. Carlson
As far as hurting people and fighting, it was just never in my nature. I would like to say it was because I was such an enlightened soul, but more likely it was because of the constant severe beatings I received as a youth.

 

Show Me Your Nu-cu-lers and I'll Show You Mine Oct 7, 2003, 01:00 EDT
By Lisa Stager
There's a song that goes something like: "And I'm proud to be an American..." etcetera etcetera. I hear that song now and, sadly, the only reaction it sets off is a desperate attempt to make the bile that has risen in my throat retreat safely back from whence it came. No easy task, that.

 

Skid Marks Not Included Apr 19, 2004, 02:00 EDT
By Leandro Asnaghi-Nicastro
When the priest came the next morning to send away the eveeel that had been awakened in this house and had sent me to the great beyond, he would clearly see that I had put up a good, worthy fight before going down.

 

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