Grumble magazine

It all started with a portable CD player.

“When you write a book, does it really matter why people buy it? Is there a difference between success and commerce?”

After eighteen years of butchering the ambulatory process, the Marine Corps taught me the proper way to walk.

It’s not just a fun game with lettered cubes, anymore!

“…the loss of a knowledge I once valued like a storyteller – knowledge I can now savour only with the distant fascination of an archaeologist.”

It’s all about psychology.

One Christmas morning at the breakfast buffet.

Perhaps it’s the smell of learning.

Though the heat be outside the cold could be felt within.

A day in the life of Washington Heights.

A story of moving pictures, subdivisions, and ever-rising prices.

Coming out and coming around.

Crack spills the truth about why she cannot tell a lie.

Here comes the bride, there goes the money.

Be ready for your 15 seconds of fame.

A true — and truly a cautionary — tale.

Walking to the end of the pier.

Unleaded, premium, or pixie dust?

A brief letter from China for Guglielmo.

Whether to wither under the wonder of winter.

Gripping a cane tightly.

Like all things Southern-fried, it comes back to haunt you.

Martini shows how he don’t stop believin’.

He’s all dressed up in his best Italian dressing.

The pedicure for what ails you.

The summer when everything changed.

A backache leads to a headache.

Won’t you be the Caped Avenger’s neighbor?

Life isn’t always a little plastic castle when you’ve got goldfish.

Can you hear her now? Good.

Red doesn’t think it should be so hard to find them.

Sumo meets Papa.

I’ll have a crappy job with cheese, please.

Stuck in the middle of middle school.

A very big game of chance.

Is it the jazz or the Labatt’s?

For a limited time only!

Trick or treat! Nope, just a cruel trick.

Soapsuds cannot tell a lie.

Mur’s pink slip is showing.

The demon brunch of Fleet Street.

Uncovering the hassle behind the cover sheet.

MOTHER is buttoned up tight.

He’s got ümläuts, and he’s not afraid to use them.

Observations from the open sea.

Summertime, and the red tape makin’ is easy.

Crack’s terrible secret.

Crack is enlightened — with cranberry scent!

Sailor Mur explains how we’re all in the spotlight.

Don’t stop believin’ in a better playlist.

Ten pins’ worth of insight.

Knit one, pearl two, flee in terror three.

Crack gets martial.

You’ve got hell.

Happiness is an annoying phone call.

Get divebombed by a bull!

Modern-day rites of passage.

“What the hell is blocking this track?”

Fish wears his thoughts on his sleeve.

Red doesn’t think it should be so hard to find it.

New meaning to “out-gross Hollywood”.

Life’s necessities do not include truffles.

Dukie gets a little time to himself.

The future of education.

Success isn’t just about rise and fall.

Crack’s self-discovery.

Fate laughs again.

It’s the salad days for Fish.

The future of education.

Fish tackles the issues from the inside out.

The Punkyova turns her dog into a gumball machine.

Crack gets back in the saddle — and back out again.

The wool goes over Crack’s eyes.

TBJ leads a horse to water.

Toots discusses her torrid affair with a guy named “Skippy”.

Martini’s secret look at the world of sequins and Vaseline.

…what is that orange stuff in the fridge?

Toots’ version of “Romancing the Stone”.

Crack’s home is not her castle, it’s her dungeon.

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and how.

Oy doubles down with the one true good luck charm.

Oy!’s best friend lives in his sink.

The chronicles of TBJ’s travels and travails.

The chronicles of TBJ’s travels and travails.

Honesty is not always the best policy.

There’s no rest for the weary.

Oy! hits culture shock in Merry Olde Englande.

Lloyd talks about singin’ in the rain.

The fickle finger of Fate strikes.

The chronicles of TBJ’s travels and travails.