for us to share . It was a horror would she really not allow me to keep it . What would I do?

The God's story is for eternity

I said "If I had a nickel for every time" I would have more than just this nickel. Where did all my nickels go? A quick check of my pockets, tells me my dimes and pennies are also

full glory was no thing the man could see and remain the same. He was enthralled. He was lucky though, he had marketable skills and did what needed doing. Her space case majesty wa

some other conveniently sized canned drink or rock or film producer to throw at the monster but I didn't. I had to make due with what I did have; a dead cat. Turns out that is what

don't pass themselves. That happens because of an engine. But does anybody give them a thought except for when they are in trouble? You can bet your fleshbutt Custer does.

Crowley had tripped the longest LSD trip ever. North Dakota would never be the same. His paintings depicted men having unsolicited snortings with flowers & bunnies. The graphic

I wouldn't even let the president use this glorious pen gold foiled and lined with velvet comfort gripping. No, this was a Queen's pen. The great Sneakiny came by night to steal it

The apple is delicious. I laced it with cyanide. I tried to give my apple to Snow White but Johnny Apples seed stole it & planted it instead. It grew a poison tree that Mr.

aylight stun Crew, and a very intelligent superhero came to save you guys from destruction.

Because her sister remembered, doing something similar at Jube-Jube's age.

Yep. That's Awesome! Got almost done with level 3. Got up to Google's Halloween Game 2016's electron Ghostiest with the Mostest. How 'bout you?

Daylight come, and I want to go home! I tallied me GreenBanana

we all cackled in amazement of what had begun. One fold after the next, we began begging for Tofu Skillet Treats, no cows here!

his thing then: 'Mahnjoong with the Dugongs' aka retirement,but intuition failed JMan. Hyperdog came early,the crime of the millenium, the black hole at the galactic center stolen!

At first he thought it was a lucky strike: the bolt shot down the chimney lighting the damp firewood he'd given up on & sparks shot like tinsel decorating the tree & underneath it

American idealism. After 9/11 there was no more to be found, anywhere. The shine was off those shoes forever. Now literature was all about coping with the loss of childlike hope.

nite Universes were not Hyperdog's thing. His sign was the Dog Star, he sniffed dark matter turds and caught galactic frisbees & his hyper dog sense showed something big coming. I

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blue fedora, he hung up his hat and coat and slung onto the chair. 'Huh,' he thought, 'A cabin on the snowy mountains, right?' A picture of Nutley hung in rememberance on the wall.