Though it is an acquired taste. Gaelic is my first choice. And yes, my final answer. No my real answer is merde.

voy al sur, soy del barrio de la Tortuga de parte del Govoner del estado de queso probre.

now with the hellhole in my kitchen? Demons were crawling out of it at all hours. They always screech something and frighten the children. Well, all of us really. The Camaro wasn't

Until Jennifer Magdelena Renah Eleanor Thea Anndersson went to jail. Here's how that happened.

No one can. she had to believe it. Her family's safety was in peril. And her indomitable spirit got to work.

Vomit was my companion tonight. The acid in my throat kept me awake. A cobra on my right arm would have been rad. All in black and white. But now that she was pregnant.

My mind was racing. All my memories, all my friend's memories were in that digital maelstrom, which kept sucking me in for the past 19 years. I felt alone, I felt cold.

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

His tight curly hair could only keep them enthralled for a certain amount of time before they grew bored. He couldn't entertain them with just his sax playing, honestly, he wasn't

"I am the bane of your existence" the rock said, looking up at me. It suddenly jumped from the ground revealing that it had skinng legs, 4 feet long tucked under its rock body. "I

i prepared foods that started with the letter T-Turkey, tortillas, turnips. Something about T had intrigued me since youth. She would love this meal as I loved her slanted T's.

All the children knew the story of the pokemon card bandit that lived in the cellar of that filthy house. They feared him, they spoke of him in whispers. No one dared go near it.

That was when I stumbled upon the rat. Remy the rat, to be precise. But in this universe, Remy was more than just a chef, he as also an assassin.

favored the swarthy types. Without the anchovies though there was nothing for the mustard to do but simply sit there on the table between the salt shaker and the water glass.

blink twice, then order the cherry pie a la mode. Seeing no blink, I finished the dingo flambe, tossed a golden eagle onto the table and enacted my depart. The thing is, someone

was truly a Hell of a guy. Detective Manatee sat in his cruiser, pondering his next move. The smoothie stall stakeout had been a big bust. May as well follow Hrengor the Beholder.

, unknowingly opening a tiny gap through which passed approximately 3 million bacteria directly from Mrs. Johnson's infected esophagus into my perfectly welcoming nasal passage.

with vomit after triggering her gag reflex. Ms. Chodderstein caught one whiff of that spew and tossed her cookies directly into Professor Finkelstein's third martini.

have one thing lead to another without risking rejection. Jakob sighed and pressed the SUBMIT key. Maybe there's another brown dwarf

But there was no reply and there wouldn't be one. Every single man, woman, & non-binary currently present within the Fijian complex was ensconced