ghost policy, Spirits Correctional Facility, paranormal reintegration, and Ghost rider therapies. Don't you understand? Ghosts is evil. New Chicorkington is our last best defence
snot-hued ammo out at his assailants. "Ew! Gooey!" They yelled in protest, but afterwards they stopped bullying him, and his hands felt steadier. Finally Shakie could get a solid
nuckel popping, "Dern it Huck, why caint we git nowun ta play a good ol' fashun game' O nuckel poppin?" Huck replied "Gidgit, Folks in these paarts ain't got no culture, en anyway
h MacFarlane will be animating this story adding a few friendly jibes at various public figures & tastless jokes. So the miners including my dad thought the light coming towards th
scruptum." "His what?" retorted Ted's dad. "His scruptum. Tigger told me his you know, its called a scruptum. Tell us about the bear with the pink scruptum." replied Ted seriously.
, however I was a master procrastinator. I knew if I could put off doing the laundry, paying the bills, and shopping for groceries for two weeks, I could continue to cheat death.
shadow across my bedsheet. You can imagine my rising anxiety, yes, outright horror when I recognized the shadow encrouching in the picture with my blithe sleeping contenence was
yes he did it. he did it. every little bit. You know *kersplat* he did it *kersplat* he did it *kersplat* he did it. Sang the birds when I looked up at them. They all pointed at a
Still waiting. Badum ching! Hello? Is anyone there? *crickets chirp* Well, this is awkward. Hmm. *Buzz* *Zip, zap!* "GAH! There's a yellow jacket in my office!"
Ofcourse leaving the message "I'M BATMAN" was a ruse. The caped crusader subscribes to an archaic acultural vigilantism which is the antithesis of my "fight crime with crime" I AM
