there's lots of giant cans of beer to drink and plenty of marsupials to carry that beer in their pockets for you. Skippy here was raised on Foster's lager. Wake up, mate, and show

He nudged me. And raised his eyebrows. Sorry, but I'm Hindu. Can we do it the kamasutric way? After some negotiation, we agreed to try on chapter of the bible followed by a chapter

If so, I was made to see the train! Was it possible though that I was also made to see the ruse in order to engender some hope that I wasn't the REPLICANT further assuring I was.

in the mudflats of Courage Gulch near the Whispering Falloff where Jenn lost her shoe and the key to the China cabinet with the broken latch & lead tinted windows.

some alien goo from. And the week before that you played hopskotch with a talking lobster in a penguin suit. Different would be an understatement.

aren't cheap in the neighborhood in which you're looking, so you'd better shave and drop off those clothes at the Goodwill. That should keep your mortgage from getting out of hand.

16 year old Swiss model. If you averted your gaze from his abundant amount of leg, he was quite beautiful. But Cpt. Lou wanted that Neptunian ore, and you can't make an omelet

Who worked for Helco and offered me a contract to sell my soul to the devil, but I refused. Still,we wrote a pasta cook book that was so popular even Satan bought a signed copy.

burning is a long story. It would behoove you hear it in its entirety. The musk deer and its serpent listened intently as Belomorkanal the wise sorcerer continued. The Inferno

the procedures for scoring. I waved my arms violently in the hopes of gaining the attention of the players. I mouthed in exaggerated pronunciation: "B-a-d Ca-a-lll", but they all

-hew this sort of thing, claiming that it was 'the devil's wine spritzer', but dealornodeal would not let ashybear leave the party without one little taste. She glowered at him and

She rationalized it, using her Kindle's Ouija Board app with her cat, which led them to conclude that Abraham Lincoln's ghost haunted their abode through yes-no questions...

before long there could be seen a crack bug hood, with crack bug gangsters and crack bug prostitutes. They were all havin a fine old time, selling, smoking and stealing crack

"I seem to recall there was mention of two theories for the ending," began Professor Loomis from the Chair, "namely the theories of whether it was a reference to World War Trump or

our nostrils and filled our lungs. "ahhh..."Just then a man in a suit walked in, addressing a camera I hadn't seen, "We've replaced the smoke with Folger's. Tell us what you think?

Called out a voice, loud and clear, over the earth. Everyone heard it, but no one knew where it was coming from. Nonetheless, they had to make a decision. The smart ones hid first.

His brother was flickering again! Had to find time to work on those holojectors sooner than later. Tomorrow, after the pod races.

The horse was not disturbed at all, at first. After a few minutes the wriggling and mostly the different weight alerted the horse to the idea that his rider was not a sanction ride

knowing this, still cogged him at the first bright up. He was innfed 35; he cogged out.

. . do anything for love. Within reason, of course. As long as it's the second Thursday of the month, and as long as I'm not too busy "helping" other people.