to tide them over until he could find them a live one to eat. Zombie meat has its uses. It don't beat long pig. Not by a country mile. Like everything else, it's getting rarer than

Unlike that time she had flicked something else whilst quagmire had been peeking in with a camera. Peter shuddered. It really ground his gears sometimes, just like that chicken

Now THAT is a fancy vagina. The hopping to the bathroom was only partially due to his moving shoe. He glanced at, then recoiled in horror from, what he saw in the mirror.

the Soviet scale kitchen stove in an East German designed apartment in Mongolia. "Your Natasha is spot on except for how really it isn't," Steve said as they cleaned up the borscht

I often think whack a mole is a subconscious desire to hide in yoghurt pots. Soon humans will begin religions in the yoghurts name, sort of a ya-cult.

only just missing for now. I'm sure someday they will be found. I'm not waiting around for that day. I'm going to jump on a train into oblivion & never look when I can't look away.

Jimmy fallon loved it, David letterman tried to mate with it, Alex Jones decided her cooch was an interdimensional space alien with the ability to speak in pure DMT

But then again, he was a squid, so perhaps he shouldn't be expected to spell everything right. Surely a squid that can right is impressive enough

Been foolish enough to contact the yakuza in the first place, not the opposite way round. A group of organised justice, perhaps. And perhaps justice needs to be reimbursed. Evenly.

Whim, desire satisfied by these disembodied spirits. Omar peck wanted nothing more than true transcendence, but at what price?

turned his friends against him, his family, stole his dog, his home, his heart, his LIFE. No, this is about a return to the true beast in man, a universal fairness, a return 2 form

But first, he had to make sure he got the patent this time. He sighed in exasperation, remembering his former assistant, a certain desce dant of Edison. Traitorous scumbag.

Spell it like it sounds. Woejoehoeits. That didn't seem like a me. I tried again. I came up with Rashkilnikov. Close but no pawnbroker's blood could be involved. I thought that was

Any overrun fortress can tell me if the uprising was worth it. You just need to see what the crumbled pillars are whispering in your eyes. Listen with your nose too. I smell azure.

I checked my no longer talking to me astrolabe to check where we were in the past/future. We were in the before time for some reason. I couldn't tell how long because time wasn't

I thought she was screaming "daddy's in jail" but it was "days and days".

Is that what you always hoped for me MOOMA tank 482021.211 A? That I would join the bad side that was legal against the bad side that was right. I wish I was never spawned if it is

You know. The ones that are there to protect and serve some other interest than yours, whatever it is. Whatever persuasion that interest was, is, or will ever be. Welcome home son.

I heard of him. That Mad Max guy. He drove the trolly around Pearl's every once in while. Looking for Sheila, I used to think. Now, I'm not so sure. He took up with the blue ones.

He still didn't understand that he was hunting his own father. Nor did the father know that his son had survived the unsurvivable but wasn't himself anymore. He needed a kill in by