most recent February 30th had occurred 18 years ago, and by a cruel twist of fate that was the day Billy Grumpton had been born. He should be celebrating his 18th, instead he was

when his cat ate his first few sketches, and all that was left were a few moist balls of shredded paper. He explained this to his teammate, but she still got angry and

Jim sat nervously in the Quornucopia vegan restaurant. His blind date was due any minute and he was sure she’d be able to tell how much he loved to eat meat! Could this be her now?

Dave looked at his keyboard in disgust. What the hell was wrong with the stupid thing now. He held it upside down and shook it vigorously and was astonished when out fell a

the dread dragon Snorb, wield around for another attack. The last village child stood frozen in fear, about to share the fate of his siblings, when out of the shadows leapt

has decided to come with me. We're going to explore the woods. I've heard there's a magical lake in the centre of the woods, and my yellow cat wants to catch a fish. The cat and I

the musical, was not the smash hit Broadway producer Jenny Jonas had hoped for. Numerous people had said a musical comedy based on The Killing Fields wouldn't work, but Jenny

Now, I'd never cooked before, but I'd watch Ratatouille 3 times. So, I was sure my goal of becoming a 5 star chef in France would be easy. I packed everything I'd need; clothes, ha

Journey. COVID had plaqued the once Glourious Land. Dorothy was Quarantined for TWO WHOLE WEEKS, before going back to Kansas. Doc Brown was even too sick to get her home.

had it wrested from her grasp and Heimlich'd from her throat by the amateur marching band. Well, marching band. Her face puffed up and an ambuwulance was called.

turns it into the police, but flying douchebag Dean Cain forces the gun back into Jim's hands. "Dean, why did you want to take the role as Superman?" Jim asks. "I'm an asshole!"

"I mean, it was consensual Faunication between two adults," said Mr. Numnuts. Aslan hummed in thought. "Good point. Carry on!" He slipped his minotaur boyf the sandpaper tongue.

"A-h'yuk." The voice sounded from the hedge across the street, in the darkness, and then I saw the pale, ghastly visage of him peering out from the bushes. "A'hyuk! Hoydle!"

There lived a wolf name Gregor who was a painter by trade. I say "once upon a time", because there is yet to be another wolf named Gregor who's a painter by trade. But hey, maybe

I could feel the robot inside me welling up to take the stage. The process called for sacrifice from everyone, even the stranger to this planet. My sacrifice was to live with it.

milling about in the muck, or mucking about the mill, protesting the lack of American outsourcing to foreign nations. "How dare the liberals make us commit crimes!" said Dean Cain.

but the poor sap found his mother's rotted carrion instead. Nathaniel felt like a stupid dummy. So, he bashed his head in with his mommy's skull - harkening back to his childhood.

Clees, the Ballbarian from Sackville, walked back to his Testosterosa when he noticed a vast difference. Testiclees's vehicle had been absconded with by the Estrogians, who left a

crazy. "What do you mean? I'm the only one who's sane here." I glared at Jeremy. How dare he act like I was the crazy one. "Come on. I know you're scared, but we need to get out."

I can't believe I've had so much luck! Not only had I snuck out of the castle and now I was safely on my way to the Land of the Living. This should be easy. Humans will love me!