Not literally--that would be horrid! But cuttlefish goulash has trans fats, which are illegal in most states. However, there was a little trick I picked up in preseminary school

potato as "potahto". Xorxblat was afraid the stories were true, that the Mother Brain computers were defective. He was znorphing lost. He should've turned left at the last quasar.

exotic alien dildos in many fluorescent colors?" "By George, I think you've got it, George," the not-George character said. So they went down to TJ Maxx together, debit cards ready

to his website: ChixWithDixDotCom.com. The Dolly Llama had broken his own cardinal rule: "I before E except after C all these minorities being driven to the concentration camp".

cling the Twin Pines mall every Tuesday. Brian wasn't what you'd call a bright man. Or a man. But he was the loudest fucking vocalist The Holy Lost had ever had--ANY band ever had.

She's been working in a potato chip factory ever since her incident, and nobody can even remember her name. So she divorced Lot and got a little dog named Pepper. Since then, her

cried both of the Cojoined sisters as they checked into the dial-in orphanage. But life became nicer for Fifi and Deedee, after that. They met a nice boy with a parasitic twin.

utum. Now no one could stop him and his stando, King Crimson, who had a tiny face on top of his face that went "bleedleedleedle" when he glad, he mad, or he sad. A big red nose day

Somehow, he did not think this OkCupid meetup was going very well. He spun around on his heels to try and sneak out, but there was Richard, smoking a joint and reeking of vodka.

began the ancient chant to summon the administration to come fix all the bugs cropping up in the site. It mostly consisted of listing compound words including the word "cock", then

-gal growth from Lego's unwashed socks had spread onto the fake Spock ears he used to wear to Star Trek conventions. But now he had no head to attach them to. He would have wept,

" Rosie's voice said, from under a pile of rubble. George dug frantically for a few minutes before he found Rosie's head. He propped it up on an ancient alien TV stand. It crackled

ng slopes on Powder Ridge, which was where they found the governor of Alaska hiding out after her jenkem meth lab exploded. Suddenly, the author suffered a fatal heart attack. The

He had to log down those white water rapids by ten, by thunder. Thunder was what his kids called his flatulence, which he preferred to term, "angels bowling". "GUTTER BALL!" he

iccan board of health that the valueless flatulent diadems were not genuine Apple products. Apple, strangely, soon unveiled their new iSnapple: "Snapple, but owned by Steve Jobs!"

'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!

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

Across town, Morley was in stiletto heels & dominatrix gear. "Ebenezer Spooge! These chains I forged in a leather bar! Expect the first sexy ghost when the sexy bell tolls sexy!"

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

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"