as of this past evening, i had ne'er once recalled the story of my quarrel with ol' yancy horitz with none but hughbert, my most trusted companion. it has been my secret affair for sometime now; a schoolyard rivalry that only the trusted gents of atherton prep's class of 1926 contained knowledge. but alas, my faithful online readers, the tale of ( Read more... )

i was out for a jaunt across my courtyard, when i made the most sporadic of decisions! i determined that a visit to the shoreline was in order! oh, how long it had been since i had last visited the shoreline! i recall my father and i taking trips to the coast of bloxomburgh when i was but a young lad ( Read more... )

"the cereal of choice is the cereal that's moist!" that was the most bourgiougraphn witticism of any woman on this island earth, and could have been spoketh by a proliteriat debutante like Gwen Plado of the 1930's, or like Rosalyn Saxwuzzuls of the ice force upholding the Swedish policies regarding the Arctic snow gators. But low and behold this ( Read more... )

on this particular evening, i had the most pleasant of dinner parties! i invited all of my debutante friends, my driver wilhelm, my invisible companion hughbert, and several high-society gentlemen whose fortunes i frequently laugh at from atop my mighty estate ( Read more... )

today i went to the market and on the way there i said to wilhelm my driver i says to him ( Read more... )