Z-28. I bet the pink slip against that very possibility. Now that has come to pass I realize what a foolish bet it was. I won but by the slimmest of margins. What would I ever do

Jennifer Magdalena Renah Eleanor Thea Andersson. Woah, who names their kid like that?

one ends up happy. But I now can tell that "the person who's not bad" isn't how I want to be viewed. So there's two options now: Complete selflessness, or being a devil.

After reading an especially offensive passage in "Protocols of the Elders of Whiteness" Clayton went out onto the back deck for a smoke and to take in some qi from the valley

Si viajo este invierno,

error found that controlling the air traffic controller with a controller was not as successful as Ed had hoped. The plane crashed once again. His next trial involved

that signified that I had undergone the rite of passage of having faced 1000 fire ants on my inner thigh. I tried to do the tattoo on my lower back myself, but

but sending postcards back to her family would put them in grave danger. She was quickly assigned to go undercover as a sorter in the mail room. No one would suspect

werebear. Even though my speech was unintelligible to all of them, not understanding Quark,

splattering her coffin with rotten vegetables, and to add insult to injury, in those very same decimal quantities she had been do fond of calculating. Nobody mourned her when she

to offer. Yes, Ace was a good dog. More family than Batman had ever had. As Bruce sat at the table, contemplating how much he wished he could just be a dog like Ace, how much easi

barely had enough strength to move, as he slumped over the bowl of M&M's that had been laid out for him. No, he didn't feel good, not at all... should... probably... figure that

Yes, I had known for a long time, but for her, it was like waking up from a long slumber. The realization that he was nothing more than one of those tentacled whelps must've come

Intricacies of her handwriting- the way her T's slanted ever so slightly was somehow enticing. On a whim, even though I didn't need her filthy money, I invited her to dinner.

The theater was packed, everyone having heard rumors of it being my 'very last show' despite me taking utmost pains not to let the secret out. I paced backstage, nervous but ready.

speedo stomped up to my table, sat down, and sighed. He patted his big belly and belched, and removed his sunglasses as he asked me why I was here. I ignored him and tried to focus

Nightly, he would go to the cemetery and gaze at the unmarked grave that he knew held both his life's work and his only legacy. He would have fever dreams the pooh bear rising out

But gosh, was he big. 6'9" with a huge, hairy chest and massive thighs made him fearsome to all the other members of the fight club. His nickname was red, after the beard he wore.

Nobody wanted to hear him play, and they all made fun of him for it. By the time he had earned enough skill with the Saxophone to actually sound decent, everyone had been scared

apartment complex next to the playground, too far away to see her best friend. Maybe it was better this way...They should try meeting new people, make new friends. But maybe...