The still living of Teresa's entourage regarded their zombie brethren with mixed emotions. On the 1 hand it mentioned that there were less people to share non-brain resources with.

really is that easy to make extinct a whole species. I managed the disappearance of the passenger pigeon for 30 years but by Jove, we got it done. My master did the dodo even bette

me talking in my sleep about how I hated their cooking or I secretly wanted to put Rock Salt shots into their dogs ass for barking all damn night. I am tired cause I don't want the

two demon girl scouts at my door trying to sell me theoretical cookies. "Demons be gone!" I shouted at them, as I preferred actual cookies. But the demon girl scouts only laughed

made their cases by using only their shoulders while still performing the puppet show flawlessly, to rave reviews. We've had to call in a Puppeteer's Shoulder language specialist,

find a safe place to sweep the crowd toward, know every move was recorded by the helospecks hovering above. The dust movement was born and neat freaks were fearful and angrily

With only that to go on, I discovered how marginalized I had become. Culture was persona non grata. Celebrity was the rage. Filters instead of naked faces dictated our likes & our

was there, but they would not allow him to wrestle with his nose, even though they allowed primates with elongated fingers to thumb wrestle. Euell Gibbon's disease had caused her

Going to be the new kale. Imagine our own Ginger Beet juice.

two right shoes at the end of Old Country Road, bound by wire to the peddles of a unicycle. If that weren't baffling enough, the unicycle belonged to the Commissioner's son, Jeb.

those who favored winter and snowmen and didn’t care to know the ugly niceties of how they were brought about. The kidnapped snowballs, however, were kept producing tears until the

meant something holy to the spirit world because you tended to leak memories that they could feel. They lost all their memories when they passed over to the spirit world. They did

But little did the black squirrels know; In Russia, silkworms eat you!

anticipated the amazing spread MoralEnd had prepared for them: Spambaby with an apple in his mouth, pig wished he hadn't come.Det.Manatee had a seaweed shake with a little parasol

I then engaged the chest-burster in some polite conversation and tea sandwiches. He is really quite an interesting chap and it's not like Brooke talks to me anymore anyways. The pa

end of the currently unbalanced gameplay. The small end is represented by the fact that to smash things is free-to-play. To get away with it is pay-to-win. When developers objected

the Rhino Judge, slapped the baboon bailiff, and crashed through the window out into a crowded street. Disoriented, he didn't notice

one of the Philippine islands. Stranded and with no way to contact the outside world, Mrs. Wong, Mr. Wei, and their three children scrambled to build a shelter and gather food.

And they never spoke of it again, but Jasper always wondered. His Aunt Margie was vegetarian. So who'd she served his Father to?

They henceforth came to the arduous decision to emigrate, for the current government situation within Russia proved a chaotic problem. A problem the parental tomatoes promised not