"I ain't ever ate nothing like this Miss Lorita. Did you learn these in that finishing school in St. Louis? What was this called?" "Scrambled eggs in pig fat," replied Miss Lorita.

each time but he was going to have to relive the day all over again until he got to the point where he could jump back into the story on his mark but Todd Dodgem & family are about

Maybe they won't understand her father's vision. Cherry's mom had been an artist also and she had been murdered because somebody didn't understand her vision. Revealing his magnum

"I bet my contractor's license on Frugangle's Frugangles everyday. They have never let me down. They'll have to pry my Frugangle's Frugangle from my dead hands some day but until

Hey, Mary Ann, what's your game? Can anybody play? That Funky Music, white boy, play that funky music right, now. Hey! It's your tomorrow (Right now)Come on, it's everything. Catch

I finagled a jury rigged Godlbergian emmancipation declaration from my late Dad's bitch who called herself my stepmom. I picked up my little brother, Hansel, and we hit the road. I

Instead of arguing further, I just shrugged. "OK, a tendency" & walked away. When my roommate wasn't looking, I mixed arsenic into the damn cat's food. Passive aggression suits me.

It started simply with making lots of babies. Millions of them. Then it really took off and the babies started to organize themselves into a collective that took over the whole ope

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... no, more, good day Sir." And he closed the door in my face. How could he do that when my cousin's upleveled crazy GF, might find out about the baby that lives in

a raga sitarist, Kentucky banjo player, and a Gaseous Entity who answers to GEwa, who seems to hum or something like that. Unlocked Heart was their 1st choice for a band name, Sad

my seven year old's crush wasn't on my agenda but when things are this important you make the time. Still reeling from that fart he'd hit me with, I got him in the trunk. Things we

dry by the Succubi of the Apocalypse. We managed to keep it together long enough to get to the altar of the dogheaded boy & burp him before he choked his mother's sainted nether pu

& then I stopped. I wasn't sure what happened between the starting & the stopping but something clearly happened. I am standing in the ancient ruins of Los Angeles. A keg at a wake

the Senior Rec Center only had sad card games. They didn't really qualify on that count either. There will always be games people will play on each other, most of them sad. Not all

I remembered that there was a younger me back there in time that still hadn't made that phone call. That me was still looking to future with hope. That me doesn't yet know the rent

vents occur on their own. Could I? To err is human... But, I'm not human. At the time I didn't know so I was still having the torments of that flesh. Twitter & the Great Divide too

I wasn't sure if I should stop it or just keep watching. I sipped my coffee and wondered just how illegal this melee must be. Someone eventually brought a longsword into the mix,

Much to my displeasure the car puttered out of gas on what looked to the palm of a large hand. My friend behind me poured out a soda that had gone flat. the shaking started

It is keeping me from my destiny. "What if your destiny is to die trying to go through it," the air around in his head asked "Then bring it on," the air in his lungs replied. It to

My prestige was much shorter than the usual glory and there was no glory in having my cocktail shrimp sized presitge seen by a possible Mrs. Cocktail Shrimp Dick. I asked heaven