“Let me guess. You’re hungry. You’re tired. You want to eat and then crawl into your truck and go to sleep.” Ben looked up from his menu. He wasn’t annoyed by her tone, but was somewhat surprised by the accuracy of her statement. Somewhat. It was a truck stop, after all. And he was a long-haul trucker. As were probably ninety-nine percent of her customers. The odds were in her favour. However, he was surprised by her appe...

“Whoa there, big fella. No dickie. No entry.” Stymied on the veranda, the conflicted monster grunted. With Timewarp blasting through the party’s haze, the monster cautiously scanned the sorority’s grinnin’-and-twinnin’ knob goblins before whipping out little Frankenfurter for inspection. “What unholy thing’s that?” Mary cooed. “It’s fucking green. Balls too. Talk about costume commitment. Sis, I think we have a weiner.” “...