Just sit on the floor.” “Really wish I hadn’t picked today to wear stilettos and this damn mini skirt with no panties,” griped the customer. The store’s door swung open.
There’s a good chance no one would notice and I could just place a wet floor sign where she is at. “OK. Meanwhile, across the street from the trailer park, in a convenience store that General Nuisance and Snafu Fubar frequented, a robber had just entered, brandishing a pistol. Slowly, but surely this blog expanded to what it has become now, a central for book reviews of all kinds interviews, contests, and of course promotional venue for authors, etcIf you are easily offended, then this is NOT the book for you. However, if you have a warped sense of humor, please read on. Join me @intellifluence and you can too!This blog was created by Denise in September 2008 to blog about writing, book reviews, and technology. “How about I shoot you? “Can I get twenty on pump five?” The robber stepped towards her, motioning with the gun. “Man, my drawer is gonna be off. Both of you get down on the ground now…or the clerk dies.” General Nuisance and Snafu both looked down at the female customer who was now shaking and in the midst of some kind of convulsion.
These champions of justice go by the names of Snafu Fubar and General Nuisance. “I don’t know…just seemed like we were connecting…I don’t get a lot of social interaction here.” The robber looked back and forth between the costumed vigilantes and the clerk. The project (or product, or re-org, or whatever) has launched, and the best you can say is that things aren’t going as planned. I’d probably have a higher chance of survival if you just shoot me. He is the author and creator of a number of comic book titles for Pocket Change Comics, including Assassinette: The Mind Stalker, Psyco Duck, Jester’s Dead, The Holy Knight, Riplash, Shadow Slasher, and Warzone 3719. Yeah…the more I think about it, I’m pretty sure that would work.” “Oh my God! Really? Nobody likes to spoil the heady euphoria of an exciting new project by discussing the possibility of failure. At all. The robber grabbed the clerk by his shirt collar. A moment later, she puked all over the floor and shit herself. Just get the money,” screamed the robber.
“Ya’ll are fuckin’ crazy!” The clerk, looking as though he’d just lost his best friend or a beloved pet, leaned over the edge of the counter. There is no shortage of work to be done by good managers. “Well, while you decide that, I’m going to grab a Slushee,” Snafu said as he strolled toward the back of the store. I mean I could kind of push everything under the candy counter. They did the handshake, the fist bump, the high five, the gang sign, the chest bump and the butt slap — to which they both said in unison, “NO GO HOMO!” This, of course, made it perfectly acceptable for two grown men to slap each other on the ass.
Asia was smelting tin and brass by then…you can’t top that. Cave men were still circle jerking on dinosaurs’ corpses.” “That’s the Stone Age, you idiot.” Snafu shook his head. He pointed it at the clerk behind the counter, a young boy who had not yet reached legal drinking age and who still had a zit party in full swing on his chubby face. “You stay out of this!” the robber yelled at the clerk. And by ‘patrol’ we mean they sit on a porch, appropriately nicknamed ‘The Fucking Nuisance Cave’, drinking beers, smoking cigars, and talking about sex.
“Shut up! The robber banged his head against the counter three times and glared at the clerk. You wanna hand out some Bronze Age justice?” General Nuisance poked his friend in the arm.