the heaven and the earth into equal portions. You can have the heaven and I'll take the earth. But God wasn't having any of it. He wanted it all. And Jesus

Lenny the Lobster could care less if the men women and children drown. They polluted his ocean home and ate his friends and stole his little mermaid's heart leaving him to swim

started twerking in the background, their sweaty longshoreman chests gleaming in the pink spotlight. Women and parrots swooned and fainted in the audience. Peter Pan was called in

ttery and then secretly pin it on his father. No more would he be his father's puppet in the Moldovan mafia. No more would he have to traffic in human body parts. He would be a

teddy bear shaped box for target practice. 5. Your shadow. 6. For you to hold onto the night and blow raspberries at anyone who might approach. And 7, the final demand, that Drumpf

My Angel Baby, the dark is all we have or we are dead. Futique took the light and gave it to Woab for safe keeping but we are still in the Orange. It didn't change a thing at all.

My cousin Cheswick kindly let me stay with him as the nanocrew digested and refabricated my oldtech abode. On the third evening, he began to reveal his sad tale of existential woe,

or his head. Chris struggled against her grip but she was too strong. Steph turned his head to the side, and whispered "Sorry," in his ear before blowing his brains out the other.

be so foolish again. I mean, after all, Trump was destined for the presidency. She had seen him in a dream - seated in his rightful place at the right hand of God. Trump on the o

So all of them ate way too much, ending up sprawled on a bed with orgasms. Kate decided she wasn't going to just lay around anymore, so orgasm over, she went to the phone to call

Detective Manatee looked after me as I grew. Now I work and owe my life to him. We solve cases together under the sea, but today we received a strange one from a starfish.

We stayed there all day, listening to the sweet singing of the roses. We cuddled to stay warm, which turned into closing our eyes and falling asleep.

So with some trepidation, I began. "My Lord," I stammered, "three men walked into a bar. A jew, a priest, and Donald Trump. The bartender looked at the men and asked, "

Did he regret the murder? No. Was he scared of consequences? No way! Ken was a sexy, young, rich man living the dream. Barbie was just holding him back.

dress and glittery heels. The only problem was... She had bright green skin. I'm honestly not sure what happened to her but there was no way we were going out to the restaurant.

The thing is, I had no idea. I had been trying to make out with this guy but the owner of the place had to come in and tell us his grandma died on the couch we were on.

This dog shit smelled divine. It resembled... crushed rose petals. Or something to that effect. In any case, Niles was overjoyed to be standing in the lump of dog faeces.

already made up. There had to be a catch but he could never pass up a bargain & Jeff always wanted to live in the Interstitial suburbs, but we became the plaything of the galactic

a giant vat of bud light. It was still in the cooling phase. Inside it were drunken sharks that looked glassy eyed & swam in squiggly circles trying to focus on their next meal but

One, the Fuhrer sang, mimicking James Joyce when he violated the silence policy at the Dublin National Library. The sky responded by dropping footballsize ice pellets on his head.