volatile Vomiting Turets. The doctors had hoped by injecting her with mutated spinal serum from a druid basilisk that her resistance to word play would harden into shield against

eaten by a circus geek named Oofo who ate that sort of thing. Brooke begged Oofo for a job at the circus and wound up with her own Freak Show called "The Disgusting Neckless Lady".

Of course, everyday Em ee would also kick down said door. With a mocking smile (bc imperf constr), the android would say, rather mockingly (ironic), "time to get up, sleepy head"

kled pink with the proceedings. The tall woman frowned and placed her hands on her hips. "I don't tell you how to do your job," she snapped, waving the feather duster at him.

direction until it lands in Tiny Tim's ukulele, which counts as a double score. Triple, if you can get Tiny Tim to open a winery with you. Reggie was determined to win this, but

ogled by the chivalrous midget. How disappointing! She was about to utter a dejected "thank you", when, to her shock, she realized he was Peter Dinklage! OMG! "May I snap a selfie

n to speculation.Did the swim coach donated to a sperm bank with a blingbling concept & they were painting their vaults gold & by accident the couch's sample fell in a paintbucket?

But the baobab tree saw him coming a sprouted leg branches and ripped free of its roots and ran away from him. Of course, that took weeks and he had only been two seconds away. He

his compound eyes all in alignment and focused on me. "You heard, your underpants are done," Lord Morgus said then turned to clackT and told him to target the dryer and me. I dived

on shuffle & stripped naked except for my rubber cleaning cloves. I wanted to get to the brains splattered on the parlor's Southern wall; before the sun dried them on the wainscot.

life on the planet, but were still struggling with developing their own written language and couldn't agree on spellings, which considerably slowed their progress. Blyrk decided

but at the end of the day it was my signature on the compact that was needed. You haven't yet proved yourself sufficiently worthy of such a miracle, eh." Larew glared harder. Fat

"Rasputin is who my father does not approve of. To him you are only a Cossack who's name is known to a certain Infernal Being who is pulling the wrong strings at The Court. Alexei

That he duvaig to do. Cumbersnatch he would if he could but Thule it was. Necermi that it was all Cumbernauld's corruption that did him in. I would have to rasputin Putin soon.

and possibly some strong government allies. But now penniless and a nobody, I hopped the rear door of a hoverbus and watched as the streets of the future sped dizzyingly by in a

plate number off the back of a double parked space submarine from the Hamptons of Venus. The nefarious noodle mafia was involved. Jerry now had a lead on them. He

go along on. Like this one. The next time they were moving him from one purse into the other, he bit one of the hands that fed him, & jumped over the railing & into a military jeep

that Dimitri had shaved off his handlebar mustache. He was nothing without that mustache. I trudged on towards my usual spot. I really needed a drink, that was the only way I would

So with some trepidation, I began. "My Lord," I stammered, "three men walked into a bar. A jew, a priest, and Donald Trump. The bartender looked at the men and asked, "

G walked into my black and white color scheme like a snout on the Archon's Gout.