EJ Camacho of Space Patrol didn't like floating in deep space like this. Hopefully, that last retrorocket burst will get her into this moon's gravity well. Reentry was going to be

I learned to hate/love noodles by repetition; by rote.No noodle could be brought against me ever again. I was learning the chef ninja Way. I braised ribs with a mustard gas dry rub

I'd been spacefaring maybe 13 years by then. I was part of the original Spacers. I barely got onto the list. There was a miracle & there I was pulling midwatch on a spacefreighter.

Thrak had been ridiculed ever since he'd failed at knocking out his date when he asked her out. Then he let her tell him how to tie her hair to drag her with better. The other cave

Thrak was sure the one that was called Lt. Gayson was a female. Like the others, she was ugly. But Thrak couldn't help but notice how her hips were in the right place for zug zug.

Thrak was the caveman they brought with them from the past. They exposed him to their modern technology without a road map. If it didn't involve hunting he was at a loss as to what

I think I used to like drinking tomato juice. I don't know but they are piling up in the bunker. It is because nobody is drinking it because they remember what happened to Thrak.

What a morning. I've already committed my first murder of the day & before breakfast. Speaking of breakfast, I better heave ho. Mrs. Judson keeps a punctual table. I'm guessing Mex

My first novel will be titled, Emmett Fudd: False Hero We Need. It will be about a flim flam man on the lam in lamb country. His wife is Plain Jane. She likes her Danes on a leash.

I woke up this morning and I got me a fear. A fear I didn't need. It was just habit. I chucked it in my rucksack with the rest. They were surrounded by a fear that they would leak.

"Cooperation from the other side would help, maybe," said the dancing Republican, his reserved composure belied by his grip on my hand. The quadrille turned into a detente that the

He didn't mind it getting used up. He just didn't like it wasted. Getting sucked into the wine wasn't going to help him find Nirvana. That was just so many brain cells that won't

Kneely knew that a screen wasn't needed in his borrowed bong. He still insisted on one. Not for the filtering but to save his weed. These guys were huffers. That made it likely the

I am garbed as I am because I suspect I will be required to use a public face soon. It's my feet that take most of this torture to comply with decorum. Being shod is not my natural

monkey fist that was now also stuck because it was holding his head in the money slot. I batted away at the monkey but he threw shit and I let him have the his head. "Be a sport

A full belly, my good Wellies, and you, my Shelly. All comfy & jelly in front of the telly. When something gets smelly. It might be a felony, but it is the end of me.

They clanged the keys on the door. "I'm still not done eating my arm," I yelled craning my neck to do so. "So that is what baloney goes for these days," one of them said. Walsh, ma

To be fair, I had first seen St. Anthony when that bird was pecking his liver out. He looked in his element so I just waved as I went by into town. I next saw him when he slipped

"St. John on Patmos," I shouted at my ganbreed. I took a closer look and there he was. Old mushroom head John on the rocks on Patmos. "What was that saint part about," he asked me.

The Hero of The Name of the Rose, for him, was the blind monk who admonished them again mirth. Their purple tongues were funny to no one. He who laughs has laughed his last. As Ass