keep my eyes open for an opportunity. Somehow it was wallace & grommit that cinched it in my mind. Vickie Carr wasn't panning out. What did that have to do with me and why the gun?

It drives him so mad he can't even look at him, so the baby cries all the time piercing his eardrums right to the base of his skull where the madness keeps growing.

I googled holler on my phone - "A rural road in the Appalachians in the U.S.A". Huh. Never knew that. Guess I learned something today. Time to go holler in a holler on the holler.

RIght without lights. The EMT glanced both ways. She hated T-intersections. With a heavy sigh, she blasted the lights and the siren and drove straight forward off the road.

"I knew it!" said Danny quite pleased with the reveal "Now, is there a particular woman that you actually like?" continued hoping to unravel the whole truth with a cheeky smirk.

down a sluice and into a martini glass with a frosty glean. We didn't care what the source was. We drew straws to see who would drink it first. I won. But I balked at the last

"No, no no. I can't have another turbulent Soul on my books. They can Save you somewhere else," said Pigman Carruthers ripping his short hairs out. "Try up the road in Whoville."

The only sound she heard was that of her ringing ears.

There's a Drift and Die, you know, and it believes in the truth from inside, and out.

the rest of conversation was even more unreal. the man from London was completely drunk and in 4 minutes he felt asleep. after a while Polly came and start crying: “why are you

Trump was the Prince That Had Been Promised. The cow had been fertilizing the land of the Trumplovers. But they didn't understand. They saw it as an insult for some reason. The cow

idn't know what mothballs were. 'those things you stick in your wardrobe! the white thingies!' I screamed losing my patience. The spirit could turn beyond exorcism at any point.

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I started to shiver in fear and cold sweat. I knew the risks but I still had high hopes that no one would discover the decapitated head in the back.

"You boys ain't from around here, are ya?" "I know enough to hide my pecker. He's a cinch in his next fight." But he said it in a salacious way that made me feel dirty for learing

heathen with my backwoods'ways A Cro-Magnon drugstore cowboy; Wanted for a ruckus in the back room the other night. But I'm innocent it was my evil twin, Sinclair Victor . Who has

lle mae in the coal bin while ma and pa siphoned off from the dregs of society. A society we all lived in.

Knee to the groin guy was telling a small audience how he got his nickname. Literally a knee to the groin. His real name was

ed himself in the tiny squirrel mirror in his bathroom. Both faces knew he would fail. He couldn't convince himself. The other squirrels will get their comeuppance and rue the day