go nude. This, of course, was his plan all along. Finally, the totally clueless, would get the girl! But she noticed when he went quiet to watch her. Suddenly she knew the score.

Until a foul wind winds up in abortion, an abomination either way. I read a book. I saw a photograph. Time to beat Iago. Eve liked that fruit, not an apple. Lilith sent it there.

All you need to survive the collapse of the Region 4 government. The chancellor has become a victim of his own ego. That fishy smell comes from being overly sensitive to pollen.

Arp drop in the stock market, just when you think you are safe. Fake plastic trees are quite like the phoenix, who dodged lots of bullets. Thom Yorke was giving a cook's tour of

Tonne was always self reliant. He had to walk to school and back daily. There were no buses in the Golden Mountains. The Ice King was there. He folded stories with Tonne daily.

Dscreen was shattered.I waited for a new one. Folding stories were a way of life for the natives of New Plastic City. They folded, all told, a record 3,572 stories in 24 hours. The

dung wafers. Dr. McSmudge had been a proctologist before taking up the Cloth and still performed the occasional consult just to stay current. He was fond of goats but we don't ask.

Fred used to be a child Ogre who liked lullabys about leeches, and maggots the most. Voles and Moles were alright but they couldn't match the subtle tastes of a fat old glisstening

and Marty fished his portion hanging from the kitchen lamp. Andre appreciated our efforts to make him feel at home, but his head got stuck between the ceiling & dad's stash of

Anna, a TV producer with After Life Productions was trying to find cast members for her new movie...The Zombie Apocalypse. Make no bones about it, she was going to

corner and will pick though the breadcrumbs and will take the best pieces to fold into their burritos at Taco Bell. They then market them as Folding Story

my seedlings to keep them from the brightness of the sun and help them grow into the topiaries they are today! Yet, I finally had to face the hardwood and realize that

shot the walker right out from the old man that was using it. "Consarn it, you little tree toad!" shouted the old man, but Daryl didn't dare shout back. That old guy knew his dad!

-olved around in my blender with tomatoes and hot peppers until the guacamole that was to change my life emerged with a resounding splop onto my festive platter. From that moment

l, because u look like a twig and I need a girl with some humps. So that's y. Now I'm with m and she's just the b's knees. I hear j and Silent e talking about you though so maybe

I suggested "Quran toting rapscallion" but it was ruled confrontatioal. Darlene suggested "smoothie" abd it went over well until she was asking for their lunch orders which came

women should pay slightly more money for the same product, but make slightly less money in the same job. The Matriarch was pleased

nk wallpaper and pulled out my "firebird metamorphasis spellbook of the ages" 'NOMO LATUNIS SECLORUM, INTUIO HOMOGEN TERILLO' I chanted something latun I think... Irina started con

We all snapped to attention and little Toby wet his pants. "They had red eyes and were the size of my fist!" Grandpa raved, "and by the time they were done, the farm was picked

his daily excersizes... he needed a squatter. And honestly Narcissus wasn't doing anything else other than being entitled all afternoon.