mandating the country follow a State Proscribed Diet. Every bit of foilager now belong to the State and was considered a national food source and was protected as such. Amway made

but only got a spoken plea, "Stop pleading with me to plead for you. I plea of you," Margo said. As she did dared Becky with each hand job Becky had to do instead of Margo.

Neely was just finishing up with his DIY fleshlight when his friend Andtwawn stepped around the corner. "What you doing there dude? It looks like you going to fuck a Pringles can."

Marsha Pratt, Karen's sister, was a playful wench as well. She once burnished my codpiece by the Hero's Gate. The Duke of Finch was inspecting & all, so she saved my bacon. A face

"knew some guy" and the oragutan took possession of 10 crates of bananas later that morning. One crate he gave to the guy that he knew and rest made a tidy sum on the black market.

pirate treasure in a secret cove Ernest Hemingway had told his father about back in the day. Old Old Charlie had told Old Charley about it, never really believing the story. Money

because she reminded him of his daughter, the Gas-Masked Socialite. He hadn't always been a hobo. Still GSM, as he liked to call her, was not a kook like this woman. "I'll kill you

The water droplet fell though wisps of cloud, growing. It was not alone. The droplet's cloud was not the only one relasing the rain on a land known for flash flooding. Wash out the

When you swear 'forever' the karmic wheel can't cycle you out. You'll be stuck repeating human manifestations beyond karma's reach. The mechanism doesn't exist to prevent that. Aye

an over the shoulder comment to the widows she'd just made of them. When they stared at her she got angry. "To your duties, NOW!" "I'm captain of a ship of widows that I made," she

wobbled, a bit, but managed to right itself. It was like the pyramid had a gyroscope inside. Elvis and Bonano sat up at that. They recognized what all great guitarists guessed at.

I didn't know how far I was going to play this farce. The story was stale. The humor painted with a wide brush. Mostly fart & dick jokes, and Gypsy bashing. Few bothered to notice

On my block the Hot Tomatoes call all the shots. Being a Hot Tomatoes was a shot at getting out. Usually, into Witness Protection. To marry out of the neighborhood was frowned on.

Volsuminor's stomach and melt into fat pudge you fuck-faced clown of a wine-guzzling whore." This had the opposite effect of what he wanted, as he expected. His mother became Karen

The Land of Goshen wasn't all its brochure cracked it up to be. It's hard to take any sort of writing service seriously if they use a sans serif font. Eileen was leader of Goshen,

Seriously, we should just eradicate the entire simian family, save for humans. All monkeys do is eat your children's brains and shit all over the place. Brain them with a hammer, I

decided yes, leave him to drown in soap, choking to death on the bitter flavor of Tide and the solve-everything taste of Bleach. Francis skipped down the street as the house filled

hygienist. Tooth care from a beak? What'll they think of next? The albatross'll probably regurgitate in my mouth when he puts me under. Gross. I hate all birds and hope they die.

A collector spent millions on a Sean Penn & Robert DeNiro “We’re No Angels” poster. I laughed. I’m the Altar Boy in the poster; that’s my body with DeNiro’s head superimposed

-ated by. M. Popeye, dropped & blew his pipe. The blow turned into a fog horn; alerting the Gendarmerie. M. Popeye caught the pipe & used it to reach Pierre's corpse in the Seinne