So Xe crawled under the cinema seats in search of dropped change with which to buy more candy. What he found there was a whole under-seat world inhabited by chewed gum people and

if he was a catfish on a plate and it was dinnertime. Anyway, my opinions are not appreciated by my fellow workers at the panda husbandry department at the Bronx Zoo, but I have

was a downright rotter, so I divorced him and decided to swear off football players for life. I decided to try tennis players instead, but they were too

Took out their cannisters of spazzeroid dust and aimed at me. I had a teflon shield on so they were catapulted into Galaxy N25. I got my revenge.

The website design and the censors. The latter have been coming after us with meat cleavers, dressed like Lady Gaga, whom we cannot stand.

Something about it being illegal now, given the recent military coup d'etat that made everyone's life miserable. It was Mad Max out there instead. I understood and backed off. Then

Somehow find a pair to put on instead so as not to look like a clown. Her uncle found her and did CPR. He was worried she would someday forget to fold stories instead of drinking.

Now they are so big that I can't get out my door. I tried to escape through the window, but they thrust their branches at me and apples flew everywhere, bruising me on my head and

bad, except when the canned food ran out. He'd have to brave the putrefying parental realm up there if he didn't want to end up hosting the maggot olympics himself. He fashioned a

To seriously work on his new book, about the Gulags. Solzhenitsyn was living in Vermont in a rural area by now. He knew the truth about Stalin and his Minions.

Emed. King Philippe X sat on his verandah, sipping tea and eating breakfast by the sea. "Ah, what a lovely day!", he told his servant St. Clement. St. Clement agreed it was the dy

thinking, only I had become quite distracted by the thought of greasy fries and gravy, which was Grim enough for anyone. There ought to be a witch involved, and a little girl.

crew answering the Call of Gitche Gumee '. The lake, it is said, never gives up it's dead when the winds of November come early. And here I was with my hair still akimbo. "Answer

resolution in keeping with their final wishes. Final wishes that were revealed not by the zombies themselves but by their surviving relatives or spouses. That system was rife with

Steal souvenirs of the film's lost props. Once the Titanic sank, everything and everyone was lost. The tiny toy boats were detailed reproductions of the original ship. The iceberg

it all. Blanche was visibly salivating at the prospect of snatching up Tuck's humble pie. She preferred eating crow to humble pie but she was not about to let that pie go uneaten.

Once in the water the sharks made quick work of Blackbeard & his crew. The weaponry however worked itself free in the descent to the bottom of the sea & waited there to be found.

Sergeant Pepper perused it and said, stroking his goatee, "I think I know. Jolly Roger may be the one who sent this. Blimey!" Jolly Roger was his schizophrenic uncle. Our address

Little children worldwide, sometimes sprinkled with cinnamon or drizzled with chocolate. Nabisco bought out Jesus Graham 's patent for £1,2 billion. That's the rest of the story!

That was my evil twin and the camera filmed backwards, once again. It had a mind of its own ever since I opened the box. First thing it said was, "Careful with that axe!"