Letter From The Editor

Hello!  Welcome to this blog!

If you are here because you like Grant Stiles and want to read more of his writing, you are in the right place!  You are also wrong for liking him.  He's a huge dum-dum.

Anyway, Grant started this blog at the end of 2016 in an attempt to write a story everyday.  This idea was based on a concept from another much better comedian (Josh Fadem) who made a similar plan and blog.

Unfortunately, Grant was too particular and busy and lazy to finish all 365 days.

However, he did write 50 blog posts varying in style from short stories to imagined monologues to yelling.  All the writing is imbued with a sense of inexplicable weirdness and dumbness.  I personally don't care for it.

These stories were all written and conceived in under an hour and it shows.  As the sole editor, I have no interest in editing them further.  To be quite honest, I am sick of Grant Stiles.

He has failed me.  I wanted 365 stories.  He gave me 50 of the dumbest posts on the planet.  Screw this guy.

Here are ten of his favorites:

It Feels Weird Being The Only One Vlogging At This Funeral
I Left My Son At A Restaurant on Accident to Teach Him An Important Lesson 
I'm The Guy Who Invented Oregano-Flavored Oreos
Rob Thomas Ruined My Evening
Mom Won't Let Me Do Archery At Night
I Found Acclaimed Novelist Jonathan Franzen's Wallet
I Won A Contest To Have Judd Nelson Come To My School 
If King Arthur Were Here Today, He'd Probably Be Confused By A Bowflex
Tommy Lasorda Keeps Showing Up At The Batting Cages To Taunt Me
Van Halen Shattered My Marriage

Best wishes in 2018 xoxox.

YOUR LOYAL EDITOR,
GASSUS H. SHARTMAN, D.D.S.

STORY TIME: I Apologize For Bringing Cheese-Its To Your Last Wedding

Dear Dean, 

I realize now that Cheez-Its were not an appropriate wedding gift.  Especially since I had already opened the Cheese-It box and was eating them as I entered the wedding.  

Your second wedding will be very different.  I promise, Dean, it will be nothing like you last wedding.  This wedding, I'm going to be better.  I've been working on myself mentally and physically.  I've been doing a lot of self-care.  I've been eating Cheese-Its, sure, but not at any weddings.  Not since your last wedding.

Your second wedding is going to rule.  Were going to have bubbles and cake and probably other stuff.   Everyone is going to be like, "Hey, remember Dean's wedding?  Do you mean his second one?  Yeah, that one ruled.  It ruled even harder than his first!" 

I'm really excited to meet your new wife, Dean.  What's her name again Belinda?  McLenda?  Anyway, she's probably great.

Dean, I have to get something off my chest before you wed again.  I can't help but think that my eating Cheese-Its at your wedding had something to do with the collapse of your first marriage.  I realize now that could have been a factor.  I hope you will forgive me.

Anyway, I trust that my wedding invitation will be arriving shortly in the mail.  I just saw on Facebook that you posted some 2nd wedding photos.  I assume those pictures are from some sort of rehearsal dinner or practice wedding that you forgot to invite me to.  In the meantime, I shall wait patiently by the mailbox.

Thank you so much Dean.  We will always be friends,

Grant Chambers D.D.S. 

P.S. I will also be bringing some Cheese-Its again this time. 

THE END

STORY TIME: The Straw Man Argument

THE CASE FOR A STRAW MAN

Number 1: Crows

Crows keep coming and taking our crops.  A straw man would stop them.

Number 2: It Looks Cool

Having a Straw Man would look cool in our yard.  We want to be cool.

Number 3: Tourism

People love Straw Men.  They would pay to see him.  We would make money.

THE CASE AGAINST A STRAW MAN

Number 1: Oh, so we don't care about crows now?  Crows are majestic birds.  They just want to eat.  Let them eat! You hate animals.

Number 2: Oh, so we just want to look cool now?  That's what this is about?  Looking cool?  All you care about is looking cool.  

Number 3: Oh, so all we care about is money now?  Money is the most important thing?  Making money?  I don't think so.  All you care about is money.

Checkmate.

Vote for or against the Straw Man in the comments.

THE END

STORY TIME: Eat'n Park Has Good Cookies...But I Just Read Online They Use Dead Pony Bones To Make The Icing

Eat'n Park is a regional restaurant chain with locations in western Pennsylvania, eastern Ohio and West Virginia.

They have pretty decent food.  They also have ATMs at every location which is very convenient.  The ATMs were originally owned by SkyBank but then in 2007, Huntington Bank bought SkyBank.  Classic Huntington.  The ATMs are now operated by a third-party company known as Allpoint.  Allpoint was founded in 2003.

None of this is that important compared to what I'm about to say next.  The thing about Eat'n Park that is the most important is their cookies.  Everyone loves these cookies.  They have smiley faces on them.  There's a blue smiley one and a yellow one and a red one, I think.  People go nuts for these.

Here's a Steelers one.  People like this one.

Well anyway.  I read online when I was on Facebook at work that they make the frosting from freaking dead pony bones.  Isn't that gross?  This guy in Altoona gives these ponies the Eat'n Park cookies and they keel over and just die.  It's horrible really.  These Eat'n Parkers are just crazy really.  Can you believe this weird guy takes all these pony bones and sends 'em out in barrels to the 69 various Eat'n Park locations all across Western PA and freakin' West Virginia and out to Youngstown and freakin' Wheeling and all the way out to freakin' Canton?

What's wrong with this guy?  He's messed up, that's for sure.

Well that's what I read anyway.  

THE END

STORY TIME: Powdered Mini Donuts Make Me Hungry But Also Allow Me To Feel

I love powered mini donuts...but not for the reason you think.

I like donuts because they allow me to access my emotions.  

I'm not a very emotional guy and I rarely let anyone know what's wrong.  That all changed when I started eating donuts.  

Maybe it was the heart in the Hostess logo or perhaps the font of the Hostess logo but whatever it was it broke down the walls I was putting up in my life.  

Every time I need to feel something I just eat mini donuts.  This may seem unhealthy due to the contents of the mini donuts.  I've decided however, to judge myself by the contents of my character.

One time Kroger was out of powdered mini donuts and I had to get chocolate.  I was so furious I started throwing bags of donuts at the guy in the deli.  He didn't deserve that at all.  If I'd had powered mini donuts none of this would have happened.

I'm not allowed in Kroger anymore.  The manager suggested I go to therapy.  I might check it out.  

Hopefully, therapy has donuts.  The right kind of donuts.

THE END

STORY TIME: Maritime Law Doesn't Matter In Pools Apparently

"Ok, in my defense, there was absolutely no way I could have known that maritime law doesn't apply in pools," said Craig.

"What do you mean, Craig???"

"Maritime law.  The law of the seas?  Aunt Bev, you've never heard of Maritime law?"

"We're not at sea!"

"I know but how was I supposed to know that?"

"You were in our neighbor's pool!  You popped little Mark's raft and almost drowned him!"

"Yes, Aunt Bev and under maritime law that's perfectly legal.  After said raft popping, according to the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea, I can scuttle that raft.  It's the Law of Salvage."

"How is Mrs. Withers supposed to feel?  Am I supposed to explain to her the Law of Salvage?"

"Yes, of course.  Any citizen of the world should be privy to the Law of Salvage."

"You are in big trouble, buddy."

"Maybe with you Aunt Bev but in the eyes of maritime law, it's smooth sailing from here."

"Get in the car."

THE END

STORY TIME: I'm Not Sure What I'm Typing Right Now Because I'm Illiterate

I'm so illiterate and dumb it's not even funny.  I am so mad that i'm illiterate.  I can't read at all.  Hopefully, some of this makes sense.  I need a hobby that's not being mad that I can't read. 

Do you have to read to become a sailor?  I bet they have charts.  Damn, I kind of wanted to be a sailor for a second there.

Hopefully, my ignorance and sheer lack of literacy isn't bothering you as a reader.  I'd really like to be literate.  

This sucks man.  However, learning to read is worse.

THE END