the surprise. No one knew they had return from their travels beyond the Great Sea. What they have discovered and learned could serve them well in the years to come, but first
...her...you know...and asked for a tissue. Um. Ugh. I hate Game of Thrones. Anyway, the hunt had to resume. She and her "Daddy" were hunting very delicious but elusive prey: the
a loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and extra Swift Carrots (for the emerald horse), he rode off to his little shack in the Everglades. The kidnapped heiress resisted his gumbo as long
Unless, as they say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away, meaning that most doctors are allergic to apples, and might prefer pears. Doctor Goodfeel pondered this as he reached for
best ors'deurves had been scarfed by the departed lupine. The partygoers were already at the part where they were starting to puke down their own shirts. Down on the track the wolf
had nothing on us at that time, but we certainly knew how to stretch a penny, you little whippersnappers. You don't know what's good. Stale candy from a dumpster is still delicious
Paul's drag race track, which had much better food, but was not always open. Rudy's BBQ Shack is open 24/7 and uses only the finest bloated pork that is found in any sewer system.
, which was like Nirvana, only more so. Nirvana+ seemed to welcome her, at first. There was a low, calming hum, and as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she noticed that
Q ran away with U, but U didn't care. U never cared. Q had to lead him around everywhere, even though he could start any word all by himself. It was Q that needed U. But I didn't
May 7, 1915, or thereabouts. But who cares what he bought. I don't. Unless he bought it for me. Hmmm.... maybe he intends to surprise me? In that case, I must rehearse my sincere
