Still, mass sacrificed must be met no matter the true names of his heavy metal overlords, Bless and Rock on. It was inevitable anyway, that many people and NOT kill for music?

ta Dodge as fast as the wind, until... "WAIT! We have to go back!" I screamed in She-Beast's pointy ear. "I forgot my cell phone at the saloon!" She-Beast snorted her dismay, but

much better as voice would echo under the waves. Perhaps he was strange to some, a half-formed mutant, but truthfully, he was just half mermaid, half human. And he only had music.

Baskerville Turtles tend to get shell shocked though and soon only the mouse patrol was left to lead on the cause. "To the Cheese," they shouted charging the pantry.

I felt heroic! I started my day by tweeting all my awesome feats. Who knew that the man I'd saved was really a triple agent working for the legion of pirates. One follower tried to

Daggett & Norbert, infamous in our area, creeped away through the winding dirt trails towards the river. "I wish I had my guns on me"

Debbie does who, what, where? Phillie? Chi-town? La La Land? St. Paul? Sin City? Cin Cin Nati? How can Debbie do all these places and forget to do "Big D"? She most be worn out

I thought I saw something floating in the water. Since it was not usual to see a body floating in the Thames, I ambled down to take a closer look...amazing...uneaten shepards pie

rty or more castanet and cellphone playing mariachi crustaceans. The meaning of life would have to wait. He grabbed the nearest senorita and yanked her by the tentacles.

while others had sex with their future selves between Pilates and Zumba and an organic Cupertino Scarface latte. Chance was their companion that day because otherwise the weight

Yoga move. She climbed onto the roof of the building and stretched her flimsy legs across the panels. They were weak and old like her and soon fell apart. She fell 2 stories down!

D the Minister of Truth was there. Ms. Quackenbush escaped disguised as a field mouse. Mr. Wickershaven had a tortoiseshell who devoured her. They then conversed for one hour.

with a local king named Minos. We stipulated to the regulators that there would never be a root beer flavored gum. They were not Ogres. That was their one taboo. Human gum was 3rd.

Dad, you ad reads: 83 AMC Pacer $1066 w/curse $8,000 w/o curse. "Como dice el Chino", his dad answered from behind the Funnies. "What does he say?" "Todo se paga, everything gets p

"It's all right love," she leaned in and bit his lower lip seductively. In the morning feeling quite satisfied, I rolled over only then did I realize the extent of my beer goggles.

". Just then the president of the United States rammed down the door and started pouring the Mrs. Butterworth's Enlarging Syrup all over his hands, which grew to a normal size

squeeze my left boob. He complained a little but that's what I get for having such a boob for an assistant director. The chief did a war dance and my understudy joined in.

droll and predictable. I wish I could say the same for my card reading. "If only I could reach out and grab a tiger by the toe," I mused. "Why, I'd never want for anything again!"

theme that is emerging strong on sedition has attracted my attention. Were they placed there to set the agenda? Or is it provacation? I knew the Pluto-Mars Times did not print fake

I longed for the times when I was still new, still fresh. But I have become stale like old bread. I passed the mic to the next recovery member.