I mean, who would want to date the reindeer???? After ten minutes she had a gut feeling that she had to go check on Anna, as she ran down the stairs she tripped

until one day he ran into the strongest foe ever, Mario. He looked... different, sad maybe even angry. Curly stared at him, until Mario finally broke the silence "Its-a me. Mario"

knocked right into the oddly placed can of toxic waste, as it leaked into the ravine below little Jimmy started what we know as the mutant outbreak of

fourteen different sneakers (not pairs singular ones), with this we can create the strongest spell known to man. The

contortions every morning. It was the recurring nightmare that was getting him all tied up through the night. On top of that Stretch Armstrong, wasn't getting any restful sleep.

room of cubicles as they wondered what question #2 would be and she only had 007 seconds to answer. The same somebody who had played the cheerful crowd no played a booing crowd.

Laraby especially liked how every wall in the house was a different color. Colors that stood out from each other. Laraby used to root for the pastel beige to win. Win what? It did

were now one even though I still kept me and she kept herself. What game are you playing? She asked in my head.Not the game you had in mind. I said from her head.

tertiary male one. For whatever reason the crew thought I was the man for this job. I decided it didn't matter which Urgha they meant. I prepared to spit wherever they pointed. The

Don't worry, I will promise you won't you to jail like her but otherwise you shall live like a queen

"but sir! i'm not mentally ill,, i beg you to trust me." the man face contorts in agony as he stares at the soulless office manager in the face. the manager laughs maniacally.

then adsfbkakeru. And when adsfbkakeru, naturally asdofabweroqp follows. But, if you want jajabaerhb, you first have to aksdbfgioaub the adsfbkakeru in bwolblobw, or else

I had thought. Just as I lifted my helmet to cover my face, a roaring brush of more dust imploded over the nearby area. From what I could tell, squinting my eyes, an odd-looking

one. Alas, the old pile of rusted bones and crooked beams sulked in my backyard, awaiting attention. After years of running low on fumes, the maroon misery depleted its last breath

She was a bit hazy on how Step Four really went down to reap all that profit. Her sights were on the profit and what the profits could buy. Step Three hadn't been any fun. Where is

I'm sat at my pet hamsters grave, staring down at the yellowing grass. I don't know how long I have been here, it's been dark a few times so I assume a while.

But first, I figured it would be a good idea to close out my tab at the local tavern. So I went over there when they opened, and I ended up drowning my sorrows there instead.

and run screaming from the kitchen, just as the place blows up in a spectacular fireball. I made it out by the skin of my teeth, but what happened to Mrs. Butterfield, I wondered.

will be the day in which nothing at all interesting will happen. It will be an incredibly boring day. You should not attempt to manifest your eschaton this day, lest you subvert

The Bruno Mars pun fell as flat as my grandma's failed souffle on that one bright, sunny day in 1964. It was one of those days you never forget, but you can't bring yourself to