It was the Unicorn Club at the end of Fortinbras Lane in Shame, Oregon. Bad coffee, lovely napkins. I asked the bartender if he'd been sticking his horn in other people's business.

asked. "Uh, y'know, they're all good." The name "Francis" popped into my head. "Which St. Francis?" she asked. I could only think of Assissi, but she told me his spleen was sold

And after all, isn't love best when both give a half to make a whole? It's the bonding of two lives to make one. Treat your life as if it belonged to your love. I would if I had

Leaving the ejaculating mime behind we next made our way to the Via d' Dolor. Each side of the street was lined with shops selling authentic relics. "That's a lot of finger bones."

under the impression that their annual trip around the world was still a go. Passengers watched in awe as the mighty reindeer pulled the wrecked sleigh and their plane up into the

tucked his jowls into his collar and faced the senate floor. The lights were bright, and his face was shiny. His rheumy eyes sought out a friendly face, but all he saw was the fire

When the mime was asked "What do you have to say in your defense for this heinous crime?", he said nothing. They put him in an invisible box for 30 days. Meanwhile back on Oak St.,

Then I remembered I was dead. She couldn't hear me. Jennifer. She worked in the title company on the 13th floor. In 3 years working in the same building we had exchanged 23 words.

The problem with calling it a Death Star is that it really only sells one message. Its lethality overshadows all the positive aspects of a mobile planetoid sized space station.

mad enough to foment rebellion. She snuck out of the Death Star through a back exhaust port. She stuck her Thumb out and a nerfherder was there in a flash. "Where to Princess?" She

A reminder that noting I fold here is autobiographical. I've never been to Arcturus IV with a Vesuvian Armada at my beck & call. I made these Vesuvian gold backscratchers in rehab.

I was looking at myself 30 years ago. I made sure not to be seen myself. My second suicide attempt had gotten me kicked out of the service. Good riddance. They got their pound of

make bank by playing baccarat banque in Mt. Blanc with my distraught aunt Charlotte, from Beaumont. Between me and you, she's a harlot. El Barrio de la Tortuga isn't the place for

So that night I stole into the City of Giant Women and waved magnets over their keyboards, hope to de-res their machines. It didn't work, and only angered them. Griselda the Elder

I found out I was going to need my passport to go to Canada. I've been going to Canada all my life and I never needed a passport before. Times change. The dispensary would need it.

is an impressive eye collection. You are rolling them to give them another view I suspect. That, like this, is another lie. So will anything that comes after me. Another lie? No?

promised Sue her comeuppance. "Snitches get stitches, bitch!" Sue took their threats in stride. She continued her tattletale ways by turning State's Witness. She named names & took

, some might say detached, taciturn presence on the team. If Max thought Troy needed to have a pickaxe blow to the skull, by God, that is what he needed. Ann looked down on Troy as

the his office was always full of blood. When they looked closer they noticed that the VP was a bit more two dimensional than they were used to. Gordo discovered it was a picture.

Though the dim sum sounded tasty to Mothra, Astro-Cat found it hard to lead her to the restaurant, as she kept stopping to circle every streetlight several times. Finally, he said