She Said She Thinks I’m Cute (That I Think She Listens to My Nonsense)

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The other day, I sent my wife 7 demands to satisfy my inner bachelor. After searching my inner self for the truths about what would help fulfill me as a man and a husband, I poured my heart and soul into the list, tapping into dreams and hopes I hadn’t admitted until then.

I waited with bated breath for her response once she found my list and at first I was optimistic when I got this response:


Inspirational Writing Tips From a Temporarily Serious Fictional Humorist

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🚪 Dude, this story is weird. I need to see something more normal and nice.

Last night I was in the middle of exchanging thoughts with Bill DuBay Jr. on a humor piece I was working up with his advice called “My Wife’s Response to My 10 Demands Is Finally In” when I heard rock and roll music coming from the other side of the fictional veil.

For those of you not yet up to speed, the fictional veil is like a curtain between the so-called real world and my world (the fictional world). …


But Finger’s Crossed, As of This Post I’m Still Optimistically Awaiting Her Response

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  1. No matter what malarkey flies out of my mouth, I get three free passes per month to redeem for immediate, total and complete forgiveness. Phrases that jump involuntarily out like, “you need to calm down before I explain things to you,” are most definitely included.
  2. I will never again watch a movie or show written by Nicholas Sparks, nor will I watch or read anything inspired by something written by Nicholas Sparks or anything resembling anything inspired by something written by Nicholas Sparks at any time during the relationship for any reason, Valentine’s (blackmail¹) Day tactics included.
  3. I might require…


And Other Folktales to Scare Children From Becoming Writers and Throwing Away Their Lives

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For many writers, self doubt is a constant companion. Being naturally-sensitive folks, we’re particularly vulnerable to all the innocent and well-meaning comments from nonwriters who say things like

“Oh you’re a writer? But what do you do for an actual living?”

My own grandmother used to whisper tales of terror to my dad about her old school pal Sam Clemens, who showed such promise as a boy but let his filthy-mouthed sarcastic wit lead to a life as a hobo stream boat pilot flinging out nonsensical words for meager pennies.

She told him of monsters lurking in the darkness like…


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Episode One: A Donutless Micromanger Pushes His Luck


And What Can I Say, That’s Just Gotta Be Okay

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The other day, I was reading a story about bromances from my good buddy Bill DuBay Jr. ⚡️ which mentions Ben Franklin’s 13 Rules for Living a Good Life.

Well, I was a bit butt hurt to learn that my good friend wrote a whole essay about his bromance with his neighbor but didn’t mention his good old fictional friend Dirty Harry Wizard, so I immediately messaged him and started razzing him about the weird stuff he and his bromance talk about — I mean who talks about Ben Franklin’s virtues?

So that got us to talking in depth about…


Help Us Fred Rogers! You’re Our Only Hope.

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There was an old mother who lived in a shoe,
Having hundreds of kids was what she decided to do,
She had lots of toddlers,
Thank God for Mr. Rogers,
Because in disciplining her kids the fair woman had no clue.

She gave in to their every desire and whim,
Their toy chests filled to the very brim,
The word “no” sounded so foreign and abnormal,
Those kids never heard it from their figure maternal.

Needless to say that these kids never lifted a finger, They grew worse and worse as they got bigger and bigger, If they stayed in…


Unless I’m Prepared to Call In the Wolf

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When I’m at the supermarket, whether it’s alone or with my lovely wife, I like to dance a little. My wife DOES NOT like me dancing a little in the store, or anywhere in public for that matter.

Unlike me, who was raised by a gaggle of fictional goblins deep in the wilderness on the other side of fictional veil, my wife was raised to avoid embarrassing herself in public.

So, my hopes of dancing with her in the supermarket like Vincent and Mia at Jack Rabbit Slim’s are less likely to end up like this —

Dirty Harry Wizard

Alfred Harold Magely (aka Dirty Harry Wizard) transmits 3-minute funnies from the Retro Arcade of the Insane. Keep in touch http://eepurl.com/gxctuL

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