100 WORD SKITTLE // Up There, Cazaly

Echidna had been watching Platypus for some time. It was now or never. She made a spurt, grip, jerk and… plop! An egg bomb right from her very bum hole to lob at the duck-billed bastard!

Thing is, she hadn’t accounted for her incredibly poor aim. Instead of splatting Platypus’s gormless face with it, the egg ended up all over Dingo’s snout instead. And, like the uncultured yob he was, Dingo licked off the runny, jagged mess and hoiked it all into Kangaroo’s pouch.

And then the final whistle shrilled. The fans howled with disappointment. It was a zero draw.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

SPAM® Sushi #27

Incredible points. Solid arguments. Keep up the amazing work.
Fuck
— lucianagillies

Is that a command? Or did a spider suddenly skitter across your keyboard? Anyway, this is one of the best pep talks we’ve ever gotten!
Fuck

— Tati & Tony (Thankful Tome Ticklers & Bookmark Bangers of Alliterative Notability)

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

And That’s How I Met Your Mother

She walked down the street, carrying a bag with a small, ugly muzzle sticking out of it. Ugh! Since when did we start using pets like mere, fancy accessories? No, I was going to do something about this…

We both happened to be passing the same bakery so I stopped off to buy the biggest baguette they had then put one end of it down the front of my pants. I let the other end jut lewdly past my chin like the biggest erection anybody ever saw.

With all that set up, I made sure to cross paths with the lady. I ran ahead a city block and appeared around the corner, right before her very face. Hell, I swaggered, waving my hips like the cheapest dock whore alive. She gave a small cry at my wagging ‘penis’ and covered her shabby mongrel’s eyes with her hand.

“Don’t look, sweetie!” she gasped. “Never have I seen such vulgarity!”

But the dog wouldn’t listen. Upon seeing what I was parading around with, it launched itself from the bag and chomped down. The whole top end of my baguette came off in its rapacious maw, then it dropped to the ground and ran off with it.

“What did you do?!” shrieked the lady. She was beyond hysterical now. “Do you know how much that dog cost?”

“Hey, they don’t give out baguettes for free either!” was my retort.

People were beginning to gather around. Some were even pointing at the crumbly bulge in the front of my pants. Seeing this, I decided to rip some more of the baguette out and tear a huge chunk off of it with my teeth. One or two onlookers fainted at this.

“No!” snapped the lady, jumping at me. “If you deprived me of my dog, I have a right to your baguette!”

She dropped in front of me, yanked my zipper down, then fished out the last section of baguette from my pants. Looking up at me, she defiantly tore a huge chunk off of it with her teeth. She chewed and smacked her lips and gulped like it was her final meal, right there on her knees!

The crowd gasped.

“Damn!” I said, hands on hips. “I never let a lady do that to me until at least the second date!”

The lady blinked at this. “Then… why don’t you date me?”

And so we lived happily ever after. (And had only cats.)

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

ampersand

i have gnawed on misery
thrown peace of mind to the hounds
auditioned for dread shadows &
spun despair into crowns

i’ve swung on rusty wolfsangel
’til twisted tongue tasted sense
depending not on fogyish gods
only upon blood & instinct

you failed me &
they failed you &
the gravity of truth will
bring it all crashing down

i will fall as though i meant it &
much prefer running blind
i’d sooner hie than fulgurate
in the dimming of your minds &

i’d sooner tear all your throats out
to the last tooth & breath
i have gnawed on misery
it’s now your turn… or fucking death

you failed me &
they failed you &
the gravity of truth will
bring us all crashing down

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

PERFECTION IN ACTION // Don’t Give a Shit

Today I dreamt that I’d crapped my pants off. Yes, pants full of warm, steamy poo down around my ankles. The kind of poo that comes out of you like toothpaste from a tube.

Being an optimist, I googled what good things this could mean. Scrolling through dozens of sites revealed meanings from ‘Problems with money should be anticipated’ to ‘Your financial status will significantly improve in the near future’.

Naturally, none of these happened. I’m a performing circus chimp with clown pants. I don’t need money, just a nice big banana to provide that extra roughage my diet needs.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023