Arthur Graham’s Reviews > Horror Sleaze Trash: Prose in Poor Taste Vol. 3 > Status Update

It was a slow day in Hog City, at least it was until Mickey Finster ran into the Sheriff’s office.
“Sheriff Clapp. Come quick! There’s trouble over at the whorehouse!”
Fortunately, Sheriff Clapp had already finished butt fucking his deputy and had already been in the process of zipping up his fly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Come on blowjob buddy, let’s get out of here.

It didn’t matter to Tyke or Scab that the cure for the disease that decimated humankind was unaffordable to average Americans at the time of the outbreak. What did matter to both of them, standing in the dusty ruins, was the single bottle of the aforementioned medicine found in a rotting desk drawer.

And that is the start of how I ended up on a pirate spaceship in the year 2491.

“Do you think it’s him?” said Jenkins as he choked down a sip of acrid vending machine coffee from a styrofoam cup.
“Yeah, I think it’s him. I’d like to think that finding a guy with a garbage bag full of victims’ remains means it’s him.”
“But he doesn’t fit the profile. The guy we’re looking for never robs his victims.”

“Bitch!”

“Miss Bitch to you, fucker.”

Some people should never have kids, she thought, holding her baby’s head underwater. If God wanted them to live, he would have made them strong enough to fight back.

Of course, any man who called himself Pindick and who revealed his undersized member to the world had to have a sense of inner security that did not depend on factors about which other men were sensitive.

After they’d fucked, Eugene drank in the experience with all his senses by wallowing in the damp patch, swaddling himself in the sweaty sheets. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Shelly strapped on her bra, collected the money from the nightstand and stuffed it into her purse.

It was just before the dawn of the end of the world, and what a better way to shake things up than an extinction level event delivered right to your doorstep like a paper bag full of steaming shit.