bed, for a change, outraged at having been denied sleeping beneath it, as was his convention. He insisted on brushing prior to breakfast, and had to be groveled in front of to eat

nuts figuring out why it mattered to everyone that she drink Flavor Aid. Isn't Hawaiian Punch what kicks ass? Her secret dread was of Jones making her switch (!) from Coke to Pepsi

m beds, Drake got all emotional, and nothing was the same. "It's because you're Jay Z!" his mother insisted. He partnered with J. Cole in the gym, but it didn't work out for them

a Drone attack to alter the battle's Tempo in our favor. The remote pilot achieved Perfect Pitch and let loose a Round of Canon fire, so as to convey: Recapitulation or Requiem

"Face Off" if my partner won't morph into 'The Strutting Peacock'? "Just one more feather, dear," I begged, "Right... there!" She let out a yelp and grabbed her hind quarters, ran

"Sure as me mum's a woman ay's born 'n' bred 'n Brooklyn, Doc. Spoke like a right yankee- up to when the lightning struck me. Now ay's talkin' like'n Aberdeen man. Is there a cure?

bleeding to flood Aunt Flo...period. Aunt Flo is the original owner of the Detroit Red Wings. No, not the hockey team...the car. And Aunt Flo floods her red wings habitually.

disturbing the peace, for speaking in a library in a voice slightly above whisper level. The Right Hon. Grumbole's quip had the scandalous effect of causing the custodian to titter

This of course, was much to the ire of the Delacroix family from the castle nearby, who happen to have liked it better when the air didn't smell of methane but of arsenic instead.

The limo ground to a halt, windows lowered, and Ikeelusonabeetch's men opened fire with tommy guns. It missed 20cent. His lit butane-soaked rag found the hash oil stash in the car,

Revolution had begun. Her landlord thought she was losing it, then started throwing things in the kitchen and she suggested folding stories as a better way of self expression. The

Professor Romanov woke up as a tortoideshell cat who had bern spayed, so she explored her human's bookshelf daily out of curiosity. She found Orwell and Shakespeare fascinating

dulces manos de alguien a quien traicioné. O quizás no... Quienquiera que sea usted le pido que indague en las pistas que pueda encontrar. No hay mucho que pueda dejarle a cambio,

Perduria Clemens, who collected such items in times of trouble, and knew how to weather a storm. This particular Rapidograph pen seemed a bucking beast in very subtle ways. She wro

Grand Hotel, where Queen Ursula and her sister Gudrun hung out. They were fond of the library there, which rivalled that of the Royal Family. Teatime was life's rich pageant! Some

dble. I also had to haul the entire stockpile home, as I had thrown my car into the deal. The cabbie frowned as I filled his backseat with 60 gallons of paint, not without spillage

Or the disorganized clamour that filled their streets and homes. Everything back on Earth seemed so... angry. Such a contrast to the peaceful astral body she now called her home.

Up close, the caged bird bore a sharp resemblance to his late, alternate lifestyle aunt. Suddenly, the colorful fowl rolled over in a parody of committing suicide. Yup- Aunt 'Emo'.

The young penis was displeased to find out that his friends had ditched him for that STUPID Bobby Prescott, the millionaire that killed 8 ppl and was locked in Alcatraz for 6 yrs

"Well, uh... Pandas are cute, I guess. Then there's also Kung Fu Panda - best movie evur!! Heheh... oh, and, um... did you know they're also black, white AND Asian? Mind. Blown."