Category Archives: Garrett Socol

I met James on a sunny Saturday at the gym. We found ourselves approaching the one stationery bicycle available. He flirted, but I got the bike. Guess who happened to be leaving the gym at the same time. Coincidence? Yeah, … Continue reading →

Complaining isn’t my style, but on behalf of my canine brethren, there are a few things I’d like to get off my silky chest. First of all, it’s terribly annoying to be spoken to like a toddler. I realize I’m … Continue reading →

Isabel Regal, the grande dame of New York whose nickname was the Wicked Witch of the West Side, drowned in her own bathtub.  The shrew had swallowed a few sleeping pills, then she decided to take a bath.  Unfortunately she dozed off in … Continue reading →

“Did you hear what happened in Fiji?” Harriet’s best friend Phyllis asked via cellphone. “No, what happened?” Harriet nervously inquired, knowing it had to be bad news from the sound of Phyllis’s quivering voice. “There was an earthquake,” she managed … Continue reading →

Callie Swain classified the last sexual experience she had with her husband as necrophilia. This determination came about when she realized she had uncannily resembled a corpse: pale, motionless, emotionless. As Russell’s body pummeled her, it would not have been … Continue reading →