Author: Deb Martin-Webster
After a successful career in Art Administration, at Temple University/Tyler School of Art, Deb has taken on a new challenging career as an aspiring writer.
Author of short story A Hot Dog Stand in the Himalayas Deb has written her first novel published by HumorOutcasts Press titled, Love, Montana. A quick read crossing the genres of contemporary western romance and travel adventure with lots of witty humor thrown in the mix.
Also check out Deb's popular HO series Friday Humor Devotional. It's prayer with an attitude.
Silence Is (truly) Golden
If a man says something in the woods and there’s no woman around to hear him . . . is he still wrong, doesn’t love you anymore, never takes you anywhere, forgets to put the […]
Hurricane Irene Blows Atlantic City
A news update from New Jersey stated that Atlantic City beaches, casinos and resorts have been evacuated due to 140 mph winds produced by hurricane Irene. I guess they had to because it would be terrible to know […]
The Humorous Side of Diarrhea
Okay, I know what you’re thinking, diarrhea? How can there ever be a humorous side to this, pardon the pun, shitty condition. Let me explain. As human beings we have two types of bowel issues. […]
The Beer Facts
In college I majored in Graphic Design. However, part of the curriculum was Product Advertising . We were given mock products and instructed to create an entire advertising campaign from the ground up. I remember […]
Shoot Out at the J Lazy P
“Damn it Jackson, hold that bastard down!” Coot tied a quick half hooey and put the J Lazy G brand on the calf. Cooter T. Barneson was the ranch boss at the J Lazy G. He worked the […]
What Hoveround Comes Around
They’re everywhere! You know those infernal freaking indoor motorized assassin vehicles that most folks over 70 use to get around in. They’re called Limited Mobility Scooter, better known as Hoverounds. Even those individuals who have had their […]
Crank it Up Baby!
There’s nothing like driving with the top down and cranking up the music on hot summer nights. I remember my old 1970 Volkswagen Rabbit with the crappy red vinyl seats that literally turned in to molten […]