had Eggnog McMcMakersMark and all was better. After that he started add libbing the McD's lunch crew lunches. Who wanted to eat the same industrial puckburgers daily? He flipped

on fire!" shrieked Sir Gadabout. "Good Lord!" said Sir Pugsly, "I ordered it medium rare!" Robin Hood put his hands on his hips and laughed so hard he wet his tights. King Arthur

don't you sigh.../ One of these mornings you're gonna rise up toasty / There'll be tulips, ad the grass'll be green/ But 'til that morning, gotta bundle up tightly / with frost on

We fought back to back, backed up to the back of a bookstore. Our backup didn't show, so we had to back away slowly before sprinting back to base. That was the last time we backed

their car into the concrete barrier. They considered changing their band's name to the Crashes but quickly rejected the idea. Anyways, Daniel was just inches from the peanut butter

left with no other alternative but to blast her way out. I'd be too busy with my ferret love to dig her out of the collapsed tunnel, and she was running out of air. Mildred found a

poured from the vehicle like clowns from a clown car, waving their breasts and blonde hair. "Are you being serious?" Martha griped from her automated wheelchair. "What kind of

-r Uranimus didn't understand that I was a vegetarian and in danger of eating my spinach heart out. "I can't water it, Doctor Uranimus," I said, "I want it to be my salad!"

m to be uncle to Tony Soprano then Uncle Junior, and nobody was as crotchety as Uncle Charlie--But the luckiest uncle was Uncle Joe because of all the petticoats he got to fondle.

his way merrily skipping and whistling--quite frankly, I believe it was The Girl From Ipanema, but, then, again, it could've been Jumpin' Jack Flash, and told him to not do crack.

were starving but kept their manners. They knew it was uncouth to eat off the floor like a dog. Not even a delicious looking butter pie. I pondered briefly to my shame of allowing

And while I write this, it does not mean to imply anything beyond objective speech and objective image, and our 3D plus time time. She is looking at your spotlight. She grins.

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Counts both they decided to go jointly to see the Grand Duchess of Whimsy. Count Tweedle Dee and his twin Count Tweedle Dum. On the way they met Alice. Everybody meets Alice. Every

Sometimes I fool myself to believe that I have lost so much like the original point of this sentence. I know I have to give myself permission. I just know. But I don't. On both cou

Pretty soon Honey Bears goes cracking/ on those whose repaying slackin/ he knocks them out and then back in/ the shorties fleeking on the gat he's packing.

The first part when they covered the devis of the late 70s and early 80s was fascinating and I had to signal the stewardess for another 3rd vodka. I never knew yoga pants evolved w

Hokey music hits you as you enter the barrage irons hot. You surprise a milkman with a shaky rifle. His rise reminds you being dragged out of a Vietnamese tunnel: sudden sun blindi

You can never be too right about a thing, idea, eggo, ego, or a person. Your continued presence argues for the case of your existence. But what kind of existence is it? Authentic?