"That horrible movie staring Mel Gibson from 1999?" "No you, idiot, as in he wants revenge!" "thats a silly request, but i only have the first season on dvd. I couldn't be bothered

But how could Donny leave now, when his mother was so sickly? Surely without Donny she would take her chance to live with the wolves (as she had always wished to)

just like, a few... minutes! And internet cost... and your time... oh wait I already went over that. Still! As long as you have a computer and internet, you should be able to do it

In the gardens is also the period of harvest ripe apples, pears, nuts, grapes. It is so great to break full of sweet Apple right off the tree! It is sweet and fragrant, very tasty

Jimmy, always was there, observing and noting in his old and with cracks notebook. Interspersing some little drawings between single words, lost in the pages of the notebook. But,

Now there were too many characters to juggle the narrative, and the author was still trying to add to the cast.

when the next wise owl would be chosen. There was Lex who was jealous Clark &; Jelly who was codependent on Peanut Butter &; Bill who was in love with Ted. But likely it would be

I carried on, but my carry-on was refused by the airlines because it was full of carrion and therefore had an offensive effluvium. Being a vulture, I found this to be Anti-Species

..how much it meant to them... Yes. Art Bell was laughing alright, externally. Inside he wept like a child who could never return home.

They play with our emotions; with our hearts; with our epiglottis. Which makes us gag &, we frequently throw up Stardust. Not Ziggy but his secret twin Nigel Stardust. Covered in

your last pre-diet days. You know so that you never gain those few extras. I kept the memory jeans to remind you of the time someone mistook you for a hot air balloon and

before you do anything we all might regret later." She turned to him and said "You'd better explain why you are in my room before my father runs out of patience." He looked at her

They all belonged to the same tribe, and twice a year, for one week, they felt normal. They cuddled way more than average people do, and many exotic cocktails were consumed.

The LSD they had dozed the eensy-weensy had it see itself as a bigsy-wigsy worthy of having enemies that might hire assassins to squash it. The air horn sounding that close scared

mirth is not a weapon you use mildly. Tis a pity. Moreso because I really was mad even when I wasn't Sparky the Mad Clown. It was mostly anger but it was also mostly confusion.

pretending they didn't exist. If I don't I won't have much left to even consider such a concept. They weren't my friends merely hungry beasts intent on leaving me in the cool aid.

tailfeathers. The flames died but somehow they kept burning with an invisible fire. "Hey, will you look at that. I must be part phoenix", said the bird, fresh from the oven. "I thi

what he should do with all the unpaired socks he'd amassed over the years. I suggested he could turn them into toys and donate them to the children's hospital. The sock monster was

," I stuttered to the stranger. I can hardly manage to speak or make any contact with people these days. I guess that's because I'm no longer a person, and why the stranger is dead

An attack on the brainwashed masses, but rather a chance to save your soul. Every line folded counts. Every story is unique. Everything for the smorgasbord, including lutfisk.