it seemed like a good as time as any to let her true form emerge. She couldn't say how she did it but suddenly she broke through their clutches. Her glory pulverized everybody near

leaned towards Nigel. McKinney saw this and rounded on Nigel. "Was this your idea Nigel! This ghastly idea smells like you!" Nigel slapped his hand on the desk. "It's your idea! We

were fellow travelers of the Old World Clown Royalty. Some of the vampires themselves had been Old World Clown Royalty but lost their claims to that world upon their Turning.

The custodian waited. The blank remained blank. The custodian looked at his watch. The wax in Room 217 should be ready for a second coat in about 30 minutes. The blank didn't care.

Finally, when she realized they would not relent, Olga blurted out the truth. "I can't eat anyone that I've had sex with! If you make me eat him the sacrifice will be for naught."

and I've called him my father-in-law since. Having a creature like him for a FiL has it's moments. My wife, for instance, is never around. She & him don't see eye to eyestalk about

complete my ensemble for the next inaugural ball: a bewitching cocktail bra! But where to find one, now that it's no longer 1965? The answer was simple: I would go back in time.

and now nobody ever will. With his finger lodged in his brain his bowling has flatten out. The optical nerve is being pinched by a peeling fingernail. As shitstorms went, he wasn't

, where they landed, set out to build a Utopian city for troubled toddlers. Regrettably, Don de Con built a brothel for the mentally awkward out of popsicle sticks & Lincoln Logs

costume, his statement clearly at odds with his attempts to get out of his own. By now he had a nuanced appreciation for every other schmuck who'd vomited in the Skylark's head.

I hadn't had it since my 3rd suicide mission. It got to a point where I was popping them like aspirin. Those Death Meats kept my sanity at bay. Fuck a little pepper, pepper spray a

saying this or saying that all over the social networks. Don't believe what the fox says. His balderdash is just him being foxy, vulpine. I pulled an Amy Winehouse and I succeeded.

forego the fake waterworks. We've know for a while you weren't really vegan. You have such a bubbly disposition that we were willing to let you slide on by instead of confrontation

d. They sailed around the world looking but not until he looked in the mirror did he find the parrot's would be assailant. No! not himself but the boogieman.

being able to eat a whole pot of bears without farting later. The almighty yankees cap once did an episode of Murder, She Wrote. That one was a pin in her hat.

From the consequences. He was just following orders. Blame belongs higher up. But where did the humanity leave the situation? When the computers made their changes. In themselves &

statistically inaccurate at finding dates for those obsessed with numbers. I am not a number. I am a free man. But I want to be a married man. And not just married to statistics.

the parrot! Every time I repeated under my breath, "Mittens is the dog, Rover is the cat," the damned parrot would sing "ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall" just to

as is typical for these kind of days. "Please clarify, ma'am, are you or your house or both on fire?" Before I could answer the 911 dispatcher the line went dead. The melted base

rough idea of the boy meets girl trope from television sitcoms but she'd never been part of one until today. Sarah played the boy in this scenario, someone or Fate decided. "Ewige