Harvey Cracker

Harvey Cracker is a dumpster man. His life is nonsense and his personal appearance is bullshit. Without this job he would surely be dead by now, his yellowed corpse eaten by beetles.

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THAT TIME I STUFFED A SAUSAGE DOWN MY PANTS

I don’t know what the big deal was. It was a nice piece of meat. I only buy quality. But you try telling that to a dame who’s just discovered your terrible secret. “What the fuck is this?” she said of the sausage resting beside my mediocre dick. “It’s a sausage,” I said. “What the […]

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THAT TIME I WENT TO CHURCH

There I was, revving up the church choir with some stirring renditions of “HIGH UP ON HIGH” and “HALLOWED THOU ART,” hymnals that always got my feet-a-tappin’ and my heart-a-poundin’ as the white-hot power of the mighty Lord Jesus once again surged through my uncomfortably swollen brain. “Do you feel it?!” I kept shouting into

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MY RISE TO HEAD HONKY OF A NEW YORK STATE PRISON

Sure, I was a little nervous, like a kid on his first day of school. The butterflies gave my tummy a good tickling as we passed through the gates on our way to the great concrete building. Uniformed men brandishing shotguns and handcuffs ushered us roughly from the bus with dirty looks and insults, generally

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THAT TIME I TRIED TO CAPTURE A LIVE BEAR

They said it couldn’t be done, not by one man alone, with no experience and no discernible skill set. Here they were, in my very home, my former friends and colleagues, attempting to talk me out of… well, we might as well call it what it was: my destiny. Yes. It was my destiny to

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THAT TIME I FOUND A WEIRD GREEN EGG

There I was, in my crocs and a sunhat and a pair of skimpy white shorts. I lowered my oversized cat-eye sunglasses to better gaze upon the pulsating curiosity that seemed to have sprung up overnight, right beside my prize-winning azaleas. It appeared to be an egg of some kind, roughly twice the size of

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