“Again, I’ll say, I could be right, you could be wrong, we could be naked all day long.” She didn’t decipher stupid, snubbing his pickup line, flipping him off behind her back.

There is nothing more comforting than the familiar. The Lady in the fluorescent tutu, an unusual color for every day of the year, pushing her old pet pussycat in a baby carriage.

breathing and sleep. They made noises to each other over me. One of them was constantly sticking my arm to take blood. For blood magic probably; to keep me enthralled. No weapons

"Lets not," Musta Phillys said coldly. Prof, Loomis, nonplussed, did so anyway. "The Devil is in the details. Wouldn't you agree Pangloss?" Pangloss stepped out from behind Musta P

The local housing market took a dive. Already playing the role of Avant-garde to the cyberworld. When the brainiacs of Silicon Valley migrated into space a mass exodus was a given.

I had volunteered for this mission. My consciousness was placed in stasis while the proper body was generated. My original body was later used as the Master for domestic clones. As

Pangloss fell in behind Musta Phillys as they traversed their way across the debris covered parking lot. Pangloss noticed Musta Phillys's feet never touched the ground. "Enchiladas

"I got nothing." "Me too." "I remember being excited about whatever it was I was thinking and asking you if you were thinking the same thing." "I know. I was thinking it too. What

shook the house off its foundations. He had no choice but to step into my carefully constructed trap. "The best trap is the one that looks like freedom." He'd drawn the final card

"Then just go," Daddy said. He already had a rucksack ready for me. I was eleven. He dropped me off at the end of the driveway. "See, you've already got something to talk about."

decided to mix it up by using a different search engine. Becca had always felt the constraint of not being able to use Altavista anymore. The hits she got on "twerking xenomorphs"

So she was and doing so atop her lyre. Hence, the cacophony we'd taken for a LARPcore anthem. I turned to Raulf. "They don't get out much," I said. A cleric hailed me from anon. Ll

Styles O'Grady had been right. They had been suppressing his powers. The pills they gave him to keep him "sane", most likely. He knew he hadn't yet done the thing he'd set out to

It is too late to plan for your zombie phase if you're already in your zombie phase. Make it easier for yourself when it happens. The good brains are not coming to you. You have to

What do you do when you're more zombie than you'd like to be? You zombie on. Like they say; Once you go zombie, you never go back. Move to some place with smart brainiacs. Silicon

Their understanding of "Not Government Endorsed" was a stretch. I was taken to a secret pharmaceutical facility owned by the GOP. I understood why they wanted to study insanity.

He came from friendlyville, the friendliest place from here to Upper Darby, & from Upper Darby to Encinitas. He was born, raised, reared, educated and deflowered in Friendlyville.

to camp in the Outback, Seppo?” “Hey, bloody ripper, that’s none of your damn business.” “It’s my business to inform Bogan Drongo of his rights.” Tusken gave him the passport.

a whirlwind romance that lasted the ages, and when vinegar and salt moved into their kettle-cooked cottage, the dream would never die. They were really in flavor country. Crisps

'cause one of those would look fabulous in the rumpus room! I just HAD to get in touch with Cthulhu's interior Dagon-ators on lace trim and camping up these lampshades! Campshades!