I'm talking a Wookie level bad sport Killer Robot. The kid learned to pick his battles. Sorry, Clue, and, Snakes & Ladders were Verboten. Monopoly, Life, & Go were problematic too.

-oscus galore more. And those are the ones I recall I miss. The others that I miss without remembering I miss them are, most likely, too many to list. Such is life when your memory

was holding for a kind man I met at the soup kitchen at St. Ursula's Mission popup behind the Del Monte plant. Mother Superior called my bluff. I had to drop my skivvies. Her ace

Ulysses's daughter, Molly, was not noted in the histories because her mother, Circe, made it so. She didn't want for Molly what her half-brother, Telemachus, went through. Sneezing

I watched the upper airstream flew them out to Circe's Island. Where the swine used to be Ulysses's crew. Their remnants were scooped up by Circe's daughter; Ulysses's daughter.

how my cognitive skills have fallen by the wayside. I know there is a chance whenever I enter the dark woods that I might not find my way back. I've been close, often enough. Panic

Tell me Ceelo, why should I have any truck with your advice. You've been singing about being crazy this whole time. From this side, you're make a good case. Thinking twice is nice.

Is that the last thing you want on your mind when you die? The recrimination? The scandal? The hate? The puce ascot your brother "borrowed" at Gunan's terrorist camp that one time?

Enemies down a peg? Be the Bigger Man and offer him your arm: as a friend. He's probably hungry too. You don't much of a stomach left either. Like it or not, you're dying together.

There was a notion that some, things, were not being sufficiently thing enough. It was a notion that spread like contagion. But it could also shake a leg, cook an egg, & take your

George had decapitated 3 enemies of the People. He took pride in his job. He knew his place in the world order. He was fine if he never became the official headsman of the Party.

The fly in the ointment, though, was that Thomas's left brain hemisphere, which controlled his enormous right arm, was minuscule. Thus, it didn't control shit. Hence, his shamble.

I got to think this all happened in Kansas. I kind of remember the miles & miles of pancakes I imagined every day. They didn't have any Haggis Huts nearby. I made doo. Fertilizer,

Kevn reminded Ai about the scenario he'd described as being serendipitous that one time. Ted now thinks "fortuitous" a more apt description. But it is too late. Ai has gone to her

Ted thanks his friends for the invite. But he didn't want to ruin their night by dying of an aneurysm because of his blood pressure. They might find out they like kicking bloated

I guess I crossed a line when I mentioned her alabaster bosom. I had thought comparing her to the Venus de Milo was a compliment: I guess. "So, in your view, I don't need arms?" It

The little girl was having a bad dream. She could see her father, a Texas State Trooper, in uniform, hitchhiking through the desert. Meanwhile, in the desert, a Texas State Trooper

According to a cursory search of the internet, approximately 153,000 people die each day in the world. In the Gospel of Bartholomew, Jesus claimed 151,000: only 3 of which were

The Orange Man need only declare himself the AntiChrist and the evangelicals will be climbing over each other to reelect him. The sooner he got reelected the sooner the apocalypse.

Cheesus-freak even went so far as to compare it unfavorably to a Stinking Bishop. "Cheez Whiz, Louise! Cut me some slack," Cheesus said. "Blessed are the cheesemongers who steep