This time he was in a quandary as to how much haunting his mind needed in this situation. More or less? He went with less because the amount of cray cray coming off this woman. Her

Joint joint joints joint joints joints joint at a joint joint jointly.

Mr. Betty Lou disjointedly told me, while he noshed on my joint, now his, about his last joint in the joint where he was serving joint stints for Money Laundering & Counterfeiting.

where my refrigerator was always obliging. But lo, the fridge in my dreams refused to open for me as well! Discovering this must have done something to my dream mechanism. Because

-tory tends to repeat itself, but Purvis remained silent, brooding. "I know how to get him to talk," said Little Nell, pressing her chest against the bars. "Not working," Malcolm X

I considered becoming a jester and not in jest but for reals. I applied to Jester School. But they ran me out of Clown Town on a rail. Called me a harlequin at best. My frown clash

His half sister was a sharp cookie. Shuriken sharp. His brainstem musings were easy to predict. "You should keep your generals in your pants, 'brother'," she remarked as the limo

meant to share that on Pornhub's Community Watersports channel but somehow the Lincoln Project worked his vid into an ad where Trump says, "I know some very fine shamans with chai

In fact I don't even think of it as purposelessness at all, or even box "it" off as something which could be named. Maybe I still worry too much about the mental framings of others

"So the intrusion saved you money?" "Well, on the mani-pedi, yeah. On the other hand, changing out all the locks and treatment for the feeling of being violated was much more."

her cavernous hoo-ha. But some miscalculation vis a vis the value of pi caused the 12 gallon doze of midol to go awry and it crashed into the Oval Office where Orange Buffoon took

lagoon; which is to say, the end of the lagoon that glows a radioactive green. The alien frogs are organizing the indigenous frogs into a fuedal society. Day 17: War has come to

command deck. Eugenia didn't know it was the command deck. Whatever it was, she had driven her Yugo into it. She had some pointed questions about it being on her lawn. The orphan

Officially the planet's name was Duncan Hines IV. But everybody in the galaxy called it Rejuvenation. It was the lone known source of mana, the miracle sponge. It was plum for

I sent my paleontologist out into the jungle to arrange a parley with the local tribes: to let it be known that I had perfume bottles. Empty ones and lots of them. The gods really

Don't blame him for being Polish. Blame the immigration system. He can't get out of line to go to the rest room or he'll lose his place in line. The puddle gives him elbow room.

Alex was the kind of host that would quiz a guest about his or her intentions in using the bathroom. "#1 or #2?" "Were you thinking of snooping in the medicine cabinet?" "Shooting

She paused to see what Brandon made from the information she had given him. He was growing up so fast. Her big 8th grader. "But my fork won't move." She sighed. "Use your hand

I had never seen an emergence point linger. Usually they appear, drop off their load, and whoosh, they're gone. This one has been hanging around in Joe's bar for over 3 days. Noone

because he and I had been watching it before the naked gray man had shown up. We only started watching it more openly when the naked gray man did. The emergence point was glowing.