Needs pepperoni and onions on top with extra tomato sauce on the side. And don't forget the meatball soup, it can resussitate you. The cookie dough dessert makes chocolate assert.

Neat was his word for something which was fit the purpose, elegant and frugal on resources. The Bagpiper was his favourite instrument. Neat, that how he liked his whiskey.

This was her child, a bush planted in her dreams and watered at night. It played the violin with a Polish orchestra, the Warsaw Philharmonic. DGG recorded it. A waterfall joyfully

The gnostic surgeon wrote in his journal he had a feeling this is the last ever election we have. Michael Stipe sang "Its the end of the world as we know it", as they had tea.

They were a reminder he had lost his sense of humour. John Cleese appeared to explain it to Rodney. "You must recover your sense of humour or you will lose everything." Rodney was

He grew up with all manner of electronic toys he didn't like, much to his parents surprise. They shouldn't have been surprised, though. He played the piano in the living room daily

but was given proscriptions instead. Knowing the Queen would not be happy about that and would most likely kill the messenger, her servant chose to steal away on a slow boat to

sniffing never was my forte. But there is no time for that because there is trouble in the forest. We thought that they were angels but they're really fae come to carry me home.

What nonsense this was, I thought. I closed my Twitter account after receiving threats of them closing it. What a relief! The old school ways of doing things were way better. Some

The. Population of Sheeple freaked out on a massive scale. Their guru said it was an omen. Meanwhile, scientists who studied solar cycles were alarmed but had been long preparing

John Lennon refused to use the internet. He said it wasn't organic enough for him. Life had to be organic or else. The Millennials had a massive freakout, by contrast.

The group of baboons at the Smith residence jumped for joy. Literally. The parents jumped first, then the six babies almost broke the chandelier. Mrs. Smith was not amused. "Pshaw!

The revelers had just been to an all night rave at Lollapallooza. They should have known better than to swim after all the flashing lights blinded them. But they nonetheless tried.

The mooks running it didn't know the reason for the tears but they knew they were making them money hand over fist. Enough that they were able to splinter off from the Irish gang &

Disguised as ordinary citizens infiltrated the wait staff at the party. They got to know everyone's names and more. The Thai royal family vowed revenge against the ISIS agents and

anted at the half-shark squire until he submitted to her request and lifted the white sheet. There lay the dead, bloodied

Camalot. A name that was a play on her daily vigilance and her vague resemblance to JFK. She did not have a great life but it was A life and she was grateful for it. How unfair was

leaped intrepidly down to the first ledge he saw. A few loose chunks were dislodged by his weight, and Cecil cringed. Maybe his boyfriend really was addicted to Pokemon Go.

maybe they could have prevented that whole awful Napoleon situation, not to mention all those poor white mice that had died in pharmaceutical labs. But certainly,

Didn't matter, though, if you were folding stories. Purple Prof made sure there were tea and scones for everyone. That made all participants in the folding story ritual feel like