I spotted the others and they me. We all understood that we had each missed others and were missed ourselves. Some I knew from previous missions, others by reputation alone. The Ps

"Fyodor! Hah! I suppose I should have expected to see you in Vegas sometime. Please, toke up - it's medicinal. The desert crickets - like choirs of angels." Dr. Chekhov, the stars,

never smelled, not even in the history of the Who The Farter circuit. This felt like a reality infringement. Dammit! I thought I was was done with this saving the world shit. Can't

I've been working with the celebrity meet & greets for 13 years & I have never seen anyone of them slap a fan like Iggy Sandusky just slapped that football team from Foggy Bottom.

She hoped that her ploy was being seen for what it was by those who were going to need to back her up with it. Otherwise this shit was going to hit that fan sooner than later.

The thing is that by now we have been around long enough that all the nasty things that are out there have heard about us. They know we're coming after them. They're being proactiv

Yes Maam, I was the first 1st responder to the scene. That is because I was already there when it wan't yet a scene and my being there is what made it a scene. To me it looked like

It makes you think, seeing something like that happen in your own backyard. Those dark green patches are where their feet touched down. Professor Loomis said it was mantis meat, it

One time they even noticed a large bit of sincerity in his goodbye, as if he never wanted to see us again, ever. We played it off as just Mitch being Mitch but after what happened,

I grew up constantly being told how much of a dirtbag my father who I never met was. When everybody else was taking the desired path across the playing field, he stuck to the sidew

The Pitch: We join up with people who want to find missing parents or their original parents or the girl they got their first nut from, whatever. We follow them along filming their

One of my sister's cats has organized the rest of them into a Queen cover band. They call themselves Queen Cat & are working on their debut album. It is called Meows of the World.

It all began when the pizza arrived, delivered dutifuly by Ravi the pizza delivery guy - but you may know him better as The Magnificent Mage of Magic.

That's the subliminal authenticity effect: Fake swearing. While alternative facts sound too good to be true, truthful hyperbole exaggerates to where everyone knows things are going

he was right behind me. I slid her picture behind the terrarium just as he entered. He walked in & plumped down on the ottoman. Her accident? Collecting one deadly bug too many.

of a myriad folders who'll save our planet, one foldingstory at a time. It is a tormenting task, as many folds languish for years, invisible, dormant, aging, suspended in the ether

Bonjour Monsieur! That was the extent of my French. It got me pretty far on Martinique because I said it without an accent. I'd be invited to a drink or a meal all on account of

"Model 32-187, did you hear what I just said?" I moved my head swiftly, so quickly that the guard flinched back in fear. He didn't know powering up had left unexpected traces...

-one could really tell. We were looking like zombies, that had rotted in dirty mud for centuries. Nobody really cared that, under the surface, we were actually quite a nice bunch

Stacy, Charlie, Adam... and Lori. Finally, the group started to get together. "Got the prints, everyone?" They all responded with a simple nod. Finally, we'd be on our way...