I broke a nail trying to sneak my side guy in for a firebomb and a handy. This is turning out to be the worse wedding they ever. Side Guy kept insisting, so he's sitting on my side

to kill monsters. Her and her Easy Bake Oven plastic spatula. I felt unmanned to see that my toodler didn't fear to hunt the bujums & the snipes, and the cooties. But I was, very.

The Cowsills were a family band that was very popular in the mid 60s. The idea was pitched to do a show based on their lives. The Cowsills passed but the idea became The Partridge

into the milk. He quickly fetched it out again. "Thanks a lot buster, for that, I was going to put your teeth back in your mouth but now they're in a bag that I left at your house.

When my face met the pavement I was a bit preoccupied so I didn't get to properly introduce myself to the pavement. Nor it to me. The social niceties that get lost in times like

I still didn't do anything about it. Let the motherfucker fall on my head. See how much I don't care. It really wasn't like that. I just didn't have time to worry about things that

"Obviously not or you wouldn't have answered me." Mr. Gho just puffed & threw his arms at me. They were still attached and they followed a pivot based trajectory back to his sides.

But going inside when I'm dreaming gives them more power to effect change when I'm awake. I had to keep control of the dreams. The first rule is to know you're in a dream. 2. Don't

help you remember the apple lines!" Which, of course, we had all forgotten about. Purple was cast aside like an afternoon dinner with a dog groomer named Parcel. I didn't know the

if what I think I am is even here. All of that falls away and I don't even know what that means anymore. The idea of being me is not even an idea's idea yet. Only this little drone

The intent versus the event, so to say. One side we say comes down on evil and the other side welcomes evil. It is up to you to place your newborn daughter at the apex of the verti

When I was a kid there were two kinds of people: Brady or Partridge. If you were a kid, which I was, you had to have a favorite or you a Gilligan, but not the good Gilligan.

"What?" he said, "I can't hear you over the vacuum cleaner." "This place is a pigsty! I'm taking my vacuum and going back to Mom," I answered, before unplugging the machine. What I

Crabwell - the Pince of Cornwall - to create the world’s first crab dressing race. Unfortunately Shelly Crabwell, the Pincess, refused to have her pretty pincers seen undressed.

ken and dying. I stepped over you, heedlessly. You mewled and looked up at me with wide, bloodshot eyes. I picked you up and cuddled your furred tentacles. You reached for me

ouble cheeseburgers and chips. The didn't need a phone; their shouting was so piercing. So angry, they sounded, which is odd for a simple UberEats order. He listened closely...

At any moment, anyone of us can suddenly become the main story in somebody else's story. Like when that woman t boned my rental on Queen Anne in Seattle. It wasn't the children tha

The drive over, I meant. Not the driveway. That would be cruel but mostly pathetic. No, on meant on the way home while you listened to Tori Amos being Tori. Amos, not Spelling. One

Einstein Brother's Security Response Team (EBSRT). They fond both burglars. Both with a dozen stolen bagels. How is that even possible? Who doesn't eat at least one on the drive?

veenping machine to full blast. The others all dropped their weapons trying to cover their ears against the torrent of cacophonous bi-audial theta mimicking a threat to their nads