But then a bright beam of light came down. Space hippies. "Again!" I exclaimed. This is the third time this month!" I had to stop making tacos. So the kids, hubbie and I

"It's simple! You just have to wait untill they drop drunk!" Jeremy laughed as the innkeeper served another found. Ten minutes later, the royal guards were already drunk.

-long-legs & a jar of myrh to cross the dessert using only the Milky Way & a bright star to guide me. 2. A close encounter with an angelic host announcing the birth of a King. 3.

Have General Custer steal it. From himself before he had it all the while knowing he was coming for it. It was impossible. Even for him. Which is why he swore he would do it.

Fleshy tried backtracking but she wouldn't buy a single word. "Just a friend of mine" Fleshy said. "Oh really?" she asked. Fleshy had already dug a deep enough hole for himse

that his noodles were as black as the rock in the middle of the Pacific Ocean called amabo. This was confusing because his noodle were supposed to be "pink Ramen" his odd obsessio

Our flesh tends to crawl when we are reminded about what's under it. It's a meat thing, you wouldn't understand. Oh, you're cute at Halloween and all, but at other times you tend

her girlfriend, Nya Pramburg, that she was in deep shit. "Come now, deathbot out of control!" As the message sent, Johnson stirred on the martian terrain, where he had been shocke

tal Insurance calenders and he would move on the Nationals next month in Las Vegas. So he figured he had a month to find a frilly open shirt and a damsel. He had no idea on the 1st

cheese shoes, he'd never be able to live it down. He'd have to forfeit the car and the flat and live in a box in an alley. Luckily the King loved it all but the toe holes and the

He let out a comically pitiful last gasp as he croaked from my killshot. Then my spine tingled harder than before. It felt as if he were on my six. The Lord of Memes' deep laughter

said "Gracie" on the chat room. I typed "I see that the inappropriate caps have struck again". "What Do You Mean?" she asked. "Nevermind" I typed

Indeed, we should be careful to give the next Folder an idea of what was going on in the story, otherwise one has to shoot in the dark. Suddenly, a shot was heard in the dark.

unease, lacking comfort in herself, estranged from her surroundings and wondering just where she stood and where her life was going. The grey sky reflected her stormy mood

אני מתנדב! עכשיו תן לי לחשוב. [CLEARS THROAT] That's better, sorry about that frackbuncle. Thanks, Google. Where was I? Oh yes, the urochordads. They were thalapating on the noobel

Amy Nubbins, who had raised her hand yet again. "Such torturous paths we course in our transit through life," she stated. And such a nuisance for a five-year-old, I thought. Jimmy

"Sugar in the morning, sugar in the evening, sugar at suppertime..." Harpo played his harp so well you could almost imagine that he was singing with it, even if he was mute.

But what had appeared to be a large glass of water in the gnome's hand turned out to be a small thimbleful for the little boy, so he poured it over the gnome's head in a fit of

That was the pen name of the author of the book now in my hands. I have nebet heat of this author, but he is good.

I am not daddy, but I will tell you that extra oil is always important. You would be foolish of you do that>