I had the nightmare again last night. Always the same. Having added to all existing stories, all I could do was create more. I needed to get to a FA meeting badly.
"Ahh, nothing like a breath of fresh water to calm the nerves," said Dean Charles, who had ditched his smoke-filled lungs for carp gills. He looked dashing in his salmon suit
Q: Where do you put your cat's dead chipmunk? (a) garbage, (b) neighbor's yard, (c) neighbor's mail slot.
The Lobster Wolf bared its fangs and waved its claws threateningly in the air. Liam Neeson, back up against a tree, stared it down, armed only with a KFC spork and a copy of
Fred said hey Hello Mary says What are you doing today? Fred said. Not much where's bob? Said Mary. I don't know maybe at the park Fred said said. Ok thanks. That's alright Mary.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen this is a final boarding call for Mr Al Kyder travelling to the Cocos Islands with Small Seats Airlines for flight SSA83089 at gate no. 22
“Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating a hemorrhoid field is approximately 3,720 to 1.” The Proctologist looked at his Medical Assistant, he raised his laytex-gloved hand
The dictator gathered the propagandists-to-be for his instructions. "Instead of a resume, design a poster that proclaims your superiority over the other candidates. Only one of you
Following the Popular Electronics article Ron pimped up the photon density on his laser pointer. Unbeknownst to Ron, his "Laser Pointer of the Gods" blinded Xorg's third eye