The Unbelievables

The last I remember as I slipped into unconsciousness was muffled grunts from Jeff and Clark. I could only assume they were experiencing my...

As it turned out, the entire T ee ta Von Teese Triplet conundrum, such that it was, was a bust. We didn't hear hide nor hair of them...

The kicker was this: I didn't like Bob. And I let it be known I didn't like him, either. "What's wrong with Paris the ...

As you might recall from a couple of weeks ago, Kip, our mail boy, turned out to be a makeshift robot with a latex skin piloted by that tiny...

(WARNING: The following material may elicit reactions like this... ...as it contains shocking developments of a revelatory nature. Those...

"WHAT?! You don't mean ... !?!" I was about to exclaim something but was distracted by Clark cocking a couple firearms to dis...

"Kip!" I yelled at the schoolboyish face as he entered the room, "You got some 'SPLAININ' TO DO!!! Sic'im, Ulf!...

  When last we left our heroes, Michael was considering answering the phone ... The phone rang a second time. "Hold on! We ...

Shortly after the meeting Michael told you about on Monday ended, our phone rang... Riiing! CLARK: Hello? BLOCKED NUMBER CALLER: (Unin...

Rankled as I was by the notion that we would ever take a lead from Kip, top-notch rankler and world class buffoon that he is, it was still s...

In the first 24 hours o f Jeff's post a bout Len Scapp's suppose d "retirement" ( "... if you think you'...

There's no doubt you're all familiar with the recreational activity of "fantasy sports", which takes all the enjoyment, ca...

The Unbelievabase, sometime yesterday morning. Breakfast is on the table. MICHAEL: So, any word on Rod and The Conductor? CLARK: Nada. Z...

It became evident rather quickly we weren't dealing with just a bunch of well-dressed monkeys ... Ulf The Unbelievadog, canin...