fur floating in it. "This is really nice, but this expedition isn't a foodie vacation. Mr. Monolith, don't you have any secrets to pass on to earth men?" asked Dave Bowman. "Well I

Hell's Kitchen host Gordon Ramsey. He loves how they make people cry." said Insp. Millaeu. At that moment he knew this conspiracy went all the way to the top. Even the top

the standards of the Flemish flan. For that, Julia possessed the beaters to forever fail to make the perfect flan. The noise was their wailing at failing their mistress. A sobbing

the kitchen to retrieve a clean napkin. She folded it into an intricate swan shape upon which she angrily sat. "There." she said. "Flan. A flat swan. Now eat the broccoli, Rupert."

I'll shave some of your sole into this little tumbler,add a shot of my hip flask & shake not stir the concoction & give it to Mr.Bat wearing sonar proof earplugs who will see again

They henceforth came to the arduous decision to emigrate, for the current government situation within Russia proved a chaotic problem. A problem the parental tomatoes promised not

I then engaged the chest-burster in some polite conversation and tea sandwiches. He is really quite an interesting chap and it's not like Brooke talks to me anymore anyways. The pa

But little did the black squirrels know; In Russia, silkworms eat you!

holding his foot. The gorilla did not look pleased. Richard, an idiot, did not realize his mistake and began to lift his foot for another resounding stamp. The gorilla, who did not

end of the currently unbalanced gameplay. The small end is represented by the fact that to smash things is free-to-play. To get away with it is pay-to-win. When developers objected

no to plastic bags. You said you would be there, the pot to my pepper!" Continued Mrs. Pepper. Mr. Tomato knew that this relationship was over. She could have cost him the whole

anticipated the amazing spread MoralEnd had prepared for them: Spambaby with an apple in his mouth, pig wished he hadn't come.Det.Manatee had a seaweed shake with a little parasol

Going to be the new kale. Imagine our own Ginger Beet juice.

find a safe place to sweep the crowd toward, know every move was recorded by the helospecks hovering above. The dust movement was born and neat freaks were fearful and angrily

two right shoes at the end of Old Country Road, bound by wire to the peddles of a unicycle. If that weren't baffling enough, the unicycle belonged to the Commissioner's son, Jeb.

The still living of Teresa's entourage regarded their zombie brethren with mixed emotions. On the 1 hand it mentioned that there were less people to share non-brain resources with.

their relationship never recovered. Decades later whenever they gathered the energy to still argue, Jack would always throw that incident in Jill's face while she would bring up

a temporal spud event crossed the multiverse to touch this plane. The contact was brief, but profound. A deep connection was made, awareness of otherness shared. And the rift

But the guitar riff he always heard in "On Broadway" is what haunted Paul.

But the customer had committed identity theft and the Credit Card of Pennance was stolen. The Propehcy Receipt read "