It is 1976. A young Australian hobo walks the streets of London, England at 11:45pm. It is a clear sky, but the hobo's eyesight is so bad that he cannot even see the stars.
He wore dreds and multi-colored shirts. He looked carribean but was only from Southern California. He was almost famous as a bass player in a funk band, but that all fell apart
THE CHEESE OF DOOM PART 1 The cheese of doom. It never sleeps. It just watches you from the fridge. Wanting to be eaten. It's the cheese of doom.
It was a mid-summer night's dream. The flowers wore a burnt rim around their lush, vibrant petals, and foam from the nearby chemical plant washed against the river side.
"G'bye, boy." Johnny knelt down & brushed away a tear as the hamburger whined. "Go! I can't keep you anymore." The burger dejectedly scampered away, tomato slices and lettuce bits
Ever get that funny deja vu feeling?
This is the greatest love story ever told. It began when he'd become intrigued by the quirky way
"I'm not ashamed to date bivalves - whatever my parents might think!" Daniel said to himself as he dined opposite his latest squeeze: a coquettish little clam who fluttered her
"What Ug thinking? Sabertooth too much! Me no wanna see Cave painting museum anyhow." "Zorg gonna miss special exhibit on Fertility Goddess then - too bad." Zorgs monobrow furrowed
The movie was rated PG-45. He was refused entry. Why would adults need parental guidance? Was there a secret kept from adults like sex is from kids? His mom agreed to go with him.