Good morning. It’s time for your coffee break, or whatever. So skedaddle your sexy self over to PANK magazine and read my latest story, “Open All Night,” about a nymphomaniacal supermarket clerk. You can even hear an mp3 of me reading aloud to you, which you will like. Excerpt:
It’s 3:00 a.m. and I’m picking my cuticles to the Muzak when in walks Lube Guy. I haven’t seen him in almost a week. Five minutes later he’s at my register, with two heads of lettuce this time and—naturally—a big tube of personal lubricant.
“Gonna make a salad?” I ask.
Read the whole shebang here.