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dissent by pointing out that it was god's will. God through His instrument, Zara, had delivered a blessing in the form of a spit out seed. One would be wise to heed God's message.
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self-basking moment before straightening a nonexistent stray hair in his brow and faced the day sober for the first time in minutes. He dropped the label maker. Still disoriented,
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Having finally gotten around to admitting to remembering wrong, I decided to get a remembering coach to teach me how to do it right. Was I using too much elbow or pelvis? I suspect
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The day the Manson Family killed the La Biancas I was running around with a barefoot Santa Clause who shit in the woods. I was shod, of course. We started a conflagration we didn't
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TIL a long press on the period key gives the ellipsis option. That part I knew. What I didn’t know was that it only counts as one character on FoldingStory. Doh! Of course it does!
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I know how my life changed the day Don Knotts died. Mr. Limpet slept with fishes now. The Shakiest Gun in the West was at rest. Barney Fife, Mr. Furly, The Love Guru, all of them …
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Which makes her son Rosemary's baby. Meanwhile, Sexy Sadie still can't get paroled for her actions on August 9, 1969. The weekend before Woodstock. Susan Tate, maybe, had tickets.
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Then Woody did that thing he did. Then Mia Farrow's son basically kicked off #metoo with his article. With that in his back yard, #metoo is the story he runs with. Mia was Rosemary
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Then Charles Manson started calling Susan Adkins, Sexy Sadie. She was the one that cut Sharon Tate's baby out of her womb. Then Mia Farrow married Woody Allen. They adopted kids.
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Imagine being Mia Farrow. She was married to Frank Sinatra. When she went to India with the Beatles the Maharishishi kept hitting on her. The Beatles sang about it in Sexy Sadie.
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always in the last place I looked. "Why must ye toy with me, foul, retched lighters!" I shouted into the air. "You masterful, Machavellian, mischievous masters of fire! Why?"
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towing a camel with 7 baskets of golden toe rings.After I crossed the Sahara, Sherlock Hemlock said he wanted my Schwinn bike instead of the toe rings or I couldn't marry Muscaria
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t relive because there is no over-the-counter itch relief for metallurgically produced hands. And my hand was gold and couldn't even conduct a two-bit orchestra. I was beginning to
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There all the time. Really, I would if I could. "Unlike the other ladies, she was so young & sweet, her body softly swaying to the smoky beat, ... " That's how I felt about her.
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I looked around pretending I knew which way was loose. I must have guessed right because nobody gave me a questioning look. I knew somehow that was going to cost me later. Cough.
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I guess learning to read before you're potty trained works as an incentive to get potty trained. Everyone knows that outside a dog, the potty's the best place to read. Inside a dog
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you spent the previous sleep cycle at a Holiday Express at Lagrange 5. You had this. Remembering the layout of your room you substituted the furniture with the planets. Lava floor
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Lucky the Leprechaun wasn't going to be charmed so easily. He took a quick glance at his shillelagh where it rested next to a pot o' gold and his Lucky Charms. He needed to make an
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stared at her butt in the mirror, missing Janet, who had managed to hold onto a rock & not fall in, yank Jack’s leg until HE fell into the volcano. As Queen Latifah twerked, Janet
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French bulldog from the clutches of the evil dog catcher, Gerard, who lives in the septic system below the village of Giverny. Unluckily, the French bulldog’s tale was ripped off.