I got the pan the hottest only to let it go cold again before trying to hit it. Such a waste. Just goes to prove the other strikes were worth the effort. Outside, the cats are stal

Oh noessssss! I used the worst worse Westly Whithers ever wondered about wistfully and not wantonly.

Brevity can be its own worse enemy, therefore, its best friend in the whole wide world.

This is risky.

ilaterally pedestrian as a boiled egg would serve as raw fuel for my mission. I activated my protein absorbers and prepared to blast off

of your friends left you due to rampant, untreated FS addiction. You went to FS Anonymous just to meet other addicts you could fold with. That's where H.P. Coqinghaus comes in.

one staring down a *404 Not Found* message when your brain is trying to retrieve vital information. So far, you're 20% closer to death than you were before you started. Are you

I was - we - we were at the park under the freeway. I held her bike while you took your turn. She beat you to HORSE when you were just at HOR. My basketball jones wasn't jonesing j

and the dashes didn't get the point across about which god's images were really god's images and, perforce, there was enmity between them. The Earthlings, being late to the party,

His shadow is the dankest dark. Dilly dally ho.

She had some nerve. "Sure, I'll just pencil that in. See you in hell, bony fingers! At your earliest convenience! Don't let the door knock you apart on your way out!" I seethed

I might return someday, despite or maybe perhaps because of our bitter quarrels. Mother had turned Darren's rooms into a robobrothel, and she torched Charelle's rooms as soon as

Later, as I fell back into my usual pit of doubt and despair, poor hothouse flower of a vicious culture, I doubted every single word of that: "I really meant it this time, too."

After the ball, Lieutenant Huntsman lingered until the others had left. "Dear, contriving Miss Milford, I must confess that at this moment it is mine own bosom which is heaving and

Several noses wearing trenchcoats were arrested near the state capitol building this morning. Nose activists in a variety of fetching, au-courant apparel have gathered for a vigil

-ters, all of us, just carnivores roaming the streets in search of the next meal. It was better that we remained unseen, for ourselves and for the population.

blood, and soon. Perhaps she could align her nefarious plans with Thanksgiving. Her gremlins could savour their blood feast, and she could do a spot of Black Friday shopping.

it works for low-income manatee populations too. "Jerekiah," Det J. barked, slapping his flipper against the metal wall of the container. Jerekiah poked his whiskery face out from

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swinging gently in the breeze and the yard entirely empty of livestock. The creatures had escaped during the night, leaving only messy piles of hay and the ripe stench of dung.