profile on HorseLovers.com! You must be 18 hands or taller. You don't have to be a thoroughbred but you do have to have some Conquistador in you. Steroid free a must. "Hey" is for

roasting of James Franco. Elvira, the mistress of the dark, had been promised his roasted nuts. The two black eyes were courtesy of the Monster Mash Mashers manning the doors. Shim

I must only use for good and not for personal gratification. Luckily, I have a broad idea of "good" and a very narrow idea of "personal gratification". Winking my foes out of exist

But what did Tony care if the witch doctor’s wife didn’t like his strong brew? Now, the witch doctor’s daughter was another matter. Tony had the hots for Witchy-poo and he wanted

Joan of Arkship Orleans hoped her sacrifice to the burnt offerings stage of development on this planet would be kindly noted in the annals of humanity's diaspora across the galaxy.

bubbles tend to drift off in different directions over time, and growing further apart within those bubbles, Papet & Cheryl may never again be reunited so that he could pop her

One might think that chasing tail every night might lead one in circles, but that’s only if one fails to consider thst, upon catching said tail, one earns the right have said tail

framed the Hamburgler for the dirty deed done dirt cheap. Well, not cheap, it did cost Ronald 720 hamburgers but that’s a small price to pay when you can eliminate your biggest

if he’s trying to hide the fact that he let one go, hoping she neither heard it or can now smell it. “So, Frieda” he asks, trying to further distract her. “How would you like to

and some things are better left unsaid. You said so, yourself, so to speak. So let's let bygones be biplanes and do a little wing-walking while I play a Charleston on the Victrola.

when she has to make a living as a syphilitic whore, like I do. Oh, don't get me wrong, I love my job, but some people expect more from me than I can give. My filthiness is part of

was still expected to pop out a new heir to the throne every few years, and so had her menses induced artificially, in case her latest King was "in the mood". Victor had to mop up

stabbed true, driving the butter knife into the brain of the critical food inspector. The muffin man breathed heavily, his hands shaking at what he'd just done. He'd killed him.

Knut Tella just before he sent the ground troops to mollify the peanut population. The peanuts were not pecans the jelly troops were about to find out. Special allergens were being

reach out to other octopi through the world wide web. But Olivia the octopus began sharing conspiracy theories about beings with seven legs and fewer having a secret devil club.

had always been the stronger of the two, both in will and in strength. Often a night, Kevin would find himself on his back, pushed into an erotic contortion by Ai. A sexy Origami -

already left the scene of the crime, cackling away into the night as he jumped aboard his pirate ship with the pilfered pirate (bondage) playthings. He stopped mid laugh and

effect. Every creature, god, demigod, or Exalted Being was on their own. Eat or be eaten. Fight or flight. The only ones laughing were the laughers because that is what they did.

In theory that meant we had a green light to proceed. Which we tried to do. Nothing. We both took our keys out. I read the Protocols again. It was supposed to launch my pretties. I

fraternal order of fartknockers de plume are being accepted in the nave) Sense, when it was found, was anything but. The only answers he gave were "Looking Good" or "Ok so far." In