the unwanted hero. How ridiculous can this story get? A super techy nerd offered to revise it. He sold the torrid tale of naked space aliens at the super bowl wars to a

terrace & even agreed to shine my shoes once I introduced myself as Carlos Leon. He shot me just because after the 4th shine I told him he missed some poop- & they locked ME up! I

appear finicky, but showing up at a blind date in a restaurant without wearing pants & expecting to be able to order s pair from the menu is where I draw the line. Oh wait, my date

Baby blue. She was the oldest burlesque dancer in the world. Tangerine Tyrant watched her like watching a train wreck. Little did he know while all her wrinkles wiggled in the safe

... holy crap! Sitting the corpse in a wheelchair with a blanket, & a stocking over her face, I rushed to the ER. "This lady, wishing to remain anon., will sell her rare AB- blood

naughty... wait, am I talking to myself?" Watson frowned & tried to remember if Sherlock had made good his threat to shoot him up last night with cocaine to prove it wasn't bad for

another bird and crew. We would go try to rest. Good luck with that. The pace of action has me wired. I'll get maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep. I need to work off this stress. I hit

even my x-ray vision couldn't make out if Lois was having a threesome or the two ladies had double-teamed that dude in a mud wrestling match. Hating the suspense I smashed thru the

Calling Birdman, they found a dead foot that couldn't hide. All the shoes with spats blame themselves. There's the 3 o'clock Bullet to Blu's Court on Pluto to bear witness that it

Lewis Grolshak stormed into the "Rec" room demanding somebody cough up his The Blue Magoos LP that had gone missing from his dorm room just now. "You ain't seen nothing", he said

t curling upwards past the window pane. Was his consciousness like mist, just drifting between solid structures already in place? The parchment was inked full of letters, but did

It's sweet taste filled my heart with glee as I bit down, one piece after the other. It felt like home. Gazing at Wonka's ticket, I knew I'd be the one winning this time.

In translating the teachings of General Custer from the original Martian dklopii I have taken as my warning Gen. Custer's admonishment to the Serenity 3 Survivors (Rev 14.321): Say

Celebrate the full moon with a book full of Bowl ceremony. He found a notebook, in which he wrote about which ghost he would rather meet and who would make the best neighbour.

a dog day afternoon, if it weren't for a bit of shade. ¡Sra. Por favor, mantenga su barriga portly eclipsar el sol para que los perros que duermen pueden mentir!

into my boot & two more into the back seat. When I reached Appendages, Ltd. they had a check in hand for $10,000.00 quid. I had successfully disposed of the evidence. Off to disney

Will was a scapegoat by trade, and knew they would always blame everything on him. That's why he got the big bucks. He would just shrug off the accusations and brace himself for

I noticed a notification I had forgotten to look at just after lunch. It was a Friend Request from Martin Heidegger. Just then I got another from Mach and another from Planck. But

As I topped the hill the army below me shouted out in one voice "Liberator of Pluto" and this time it was deserved. I broadcast my heart felt thanks but reminded them all the job

Professor Loomis has suggested that Patient @j might be "advised" to visit The Committee. That it was him that suggested this has everybody back at The Farm suspicious. Loomis is