Time. No longer will they be able to say that you can't buy more time. Those days are gone now buster. We made a deal with the Devil Herself. What She saves we pass on to you.Time.

Some, I conjecture, exist for whom this sentence doesn't exist the way you think it does.

Ted was a different kind of boss. If you came to him with an idea, he really considered it & didn't leave you hanging wondering what really felt about it. He never likes my ideas.

I knocked on his pretend door. "Knock knock," I said as i jostled the lovebead strands which were his door. "Pray tell, who goes there. Are you fiend or foe?""The police want the b

When this was discovered, she lost both her job as a kindergarten teacher and & a supervillian by night. The supervillian rules clearly stated no outside employment. Alois was told

A unicorn that is... A unicorn circle that proud of his roundness and doesn't feel bad eventually being saved from hell but transformed from his square shape, au contraire.. he saw

Balls deep in a yeti. My psychic, it turns out, had been right all along. Its pretty cold so I make my excuses and leave, only to be flung into the hands of a headshrinker

At the latest creation by Gaahl I get a feeling of complete empathy with the universe. This is why I became Victor Frankenstein, artist extraordinaire. People never appreciate art

Object can be a useful aide for de-lifing another. Sometimes I take out my gran and her bingo club for a quick cake and a kill. I think she just likes to bond with her grandson

Because Patsy the Pot has a hole in it. My rectal children have been let loose all over the house, and donned Christmas hats and sing songs at me. A clout with a pot leaves a stain

Idea, what if your children choke to death in your socks? What if their brains are forever tainted by the fungi that grows inside the shoe? She wished she had more book ideas

performed other droids when set to the highest processing demands. Mildred Bottomtops took her time testing the benchmarks of the droid by emulating a

serious when engaged in platform games on my C64. My favourite game defies easy categorisation it’s a real brain jarring complex game with many worlds that take the user through

at the Queuing Lovers Convention. This line is moving too quickly for my liking. I like a long hard queue that meanders around corners and zigzags back and forth. The big kid in f

Hoofbat could only detect movement by making a shrill pinging noise her efforts to interrupt by holding a finger up were completely wasted. Hoofbat continued to rant about

at me as I returned a flummoxed look and said: "What the...?""O.K... dude listen i am not going to be any more problematic to you and move out to Yakutsk, Russia. I like cold

pulled the human brains out of the trash. She rinsed them in cold water. Patted them dry. Then she got the turkey guts out of her dish. The brains went in to replace them. Salt and

That really wasn't the optimum situation for any them.

I was besides myself. What do I do? What do I do? WHAT DO I DO!!? Ms. Keisha was dead. The Resident Assistant was dead, in my bed, naked. Nice inkwork on her inner thigh, though.

the proper type for me, A negative, but beginning to infuse it into my body anyway. An hour and a half later pass the incident I hoped to get a little more strength and green