Steal souvenirs of the film's lost props. Once the Titanic sank, everything and everyone was lost. The tiny toy boats were detailed reproductions of the original ship. The iceberg

resolution in keeping with their final wishes. Final wishes that were revealed not by the zombies themselves but by their surviving relatives or spouses. That system was rife with

crew answering the Call of Gitche Gumee '. The lake, it is said, never gives up it's dead when the winds of November come early. And here I was with my hair still akimbo. "Answer

thinking, only I had become quite distracted by the thought of greasy fries and gravy, which was Grim enough for anyone. There ought to be a witch involved, and a little girl.

Emed. King Philippe X sat on his verandah, sipping tea and eating breakfast by the sea. "Ah, what a lovely day!", he told his servant St. Clement. St. Clement agreed it was the dy

To seriously work on his new book, about the Gulags. Solzhenitsyn was living in Vermont in a rural area by now. He knew the truth about Stalin and his Minions.

bad, except when the canned food ran out. He'd have to brave the putrefying parental realm up there if he didn't want to end up hosting the maggot olympics himself. He fashioned a

Now they are so big that I can't get out my door. I tried to escape through the window, but they thrust their branches at me and apples flew everywhere, bruising me on my head and

Somehow find a pair to put on instead so as not to look like a clown. Her uncle found her and did CPR. He was worried she would someday forget to fold stories instead of drinking.

Something about it being illegal now, given the recent military coup d'etat that made everyone's life miserable. It was Mad Max out there instead. I understood and backed off. Then

The website design and the censors. The latter have been coming after us with meat cleavers, dressed like Lady Gaga, whom we cannot stand.

Took out their cannisters of spazzeroid dust and aimed at me. I had a teflon shield on so they were catapulted into Galaxy N25. I got my revenge.

was a downright rotter, so I divorced him and decided to swear off football players for life. I decided to try tennis players instead, but they were too

if he was a catfish on a plate and it was dinnertime. Anyway, my opinions are not appreciated by my fellow workers at the panda husbandry department at the Bronx Zoo, but I have

So Xe crawled under the cinema seats in search of dropped change with which to buy more candy. What he found there was a whole under-seat world inhabited by chewed gum people and

life on the planet, but were still struggling with developing their own written language and couldn't agree on spellings, which considerably slowed their progress. Blyrk decided

him to in drag to protect his identity. Lionel was uncomfortable in the heels, but found the tube top to be rather freeing, in a way. Jenny was always pulling this sort of stunt

direction until it lands in Tiny Tim's ukulele, which counts as a double score. Triple, if you can get Tiny Tim to open a winery with you. Reggie was determined to win this, but

Apparently, that was the only place where anyone had freedom in the Post-everything era. There was no central bank there, ever, nor were there any food riots. They read the Onion.

obliterated from the page I wrote on from the sheer acidic makeup of my breath at the time. "God, that dip was ferocious", I said to Wolfie, whose face melted even as I spoke.