liked her, she was fun and he liked the hair style. The old gods' could go to hell as far as we was concerned, and he was going to be the one to make that happen.

My tiny pot-bellied pig called Lionel. It's fine. He walks Lionel every morning at 5am. My mother comes around at 7am. His mother doesn't bother - she hates pigs.

It was so tasty. It's said that Long Pig is the best of all the meats. The family couldn't get enough of it after his death. They eat the town, everyone. All gone. But so tasty.

Not finding what they had been seeking from the now dead burser, the demons cast their gaze around the room. It unnerved me when they all ended up looking at me. Serpentine fingers

on the backyard smelling like potato and feces so they decided to combat the potato factory with brownie pyramids in the front yard. No feces or vomit involved! The neighbors began

He sent Delacroix across the river to reconoiter the pass. His main body he had continue along hugging this side of the river towards the bridge. If it was still standing. A scout

I stepped out into the brisk evening without a clue. I wasn't down the 11 steps of our stoop before Sancho was inside my house via the back door and my waiting wife. I was then the

I told the story of Moon Nyat Ta & her Koto of Sorrow. My absent audience laugh cried. Maybe it was the other way around. Moon told the story of me & my Didgeridoo of Doom. Payback

manscape his swinsuit area. Death by Supermarket was a growing concern for the National Government. "I think we have a serial killer supermarket," said the Presidents Crime Czar.

"I'd like to help you but I'm stuck in Ontario. I can reccommend another hitman from your area." I got the details from him. Damn truckers! It wasn't the time for unproven hitmen.

Baba and his Forty Thieves wouldn't touch my hot chicks. "The heats too hot, Bro," Ali told me. "Old MacDonald is big medicine around here. He needs those chicks for the song." How

, father dear!” my bro replied melodically. Unconvinced, we heard dad’s steel-clad slippers closing in on our position. Setting the buttered bread aside, my bro readied the knife

made a disturbing humming sound which, to his shock, the androgynous individual mimicked. A fatal mistake. The Gaze was now upon two-lips, and Tiny Tim could only watch in horror

love. Meanwhile, back in Barcelona, Antonio Kimchacho was conftonting his brother-in-law about the human trafficking numbers at the company. They were down. "Por que Javier? Dime."

winked out. Leaving me alone in his squalid hovel. That wasn't like Hrengor at all. I looked around as I waited to see if he would wink back. A Beholder with cancer? How could that

the nutrutional granules Marvin liked. Seeing this Marvin gave Delores a questioning look. She pretended not to notice and continued. "We'll adapt the look of the oppressed while

Angus Durango had been forgotten by his family. He hadn't been heard from in 34 years. Most assumed him dead. Officially, he was. Very dead. She was now a member of an elite force.

One day a defecated potato chip called out to him as he was flushing it. "Thank you mister. Your gluttony has freed me from my thralldom. I will return to the Earth Mother now."

Johnny had put all of his potato chip knowledge into one grand excell spreadsheet and fed the data into his great computer, the human mind via direct feed to his nervouse system. A

So I went up to the nearest clown and asked him or her or them, "Can you play something gay?" I asked while pointing at the kazoo in his/her/their hand. "Of course," he/she/they s