I counted upon my rational decision to see me through to the bloody end. Carrying my my weapon of choice, I

felt from the cult members. There had to be at least 92 hands touching him. Voices telling him that he was worthy of their love but he had to open his heart and his wallet to them.

"You know, suh, we've shot people for less sass.", one of the tougher ones sneered. "Stole his boots and horse, too."

exact from these hoity toity so called friends of mine. Hight Society indeed. Only High Society knows the best way to serve your friends chilled revenge & have them love it & ask

aimlessly thrash around like flies in a window, annoying any passersby and disturbing the general peace. This can be prevented by buying a simple insect repellent which will effect

pink and at the same time wild. He just couldn't stop drawing and writing all his thoughts and wishes.

of the people who claim that microwaves are safe can watch their loved ones melt or explode. 5. Leave somebody else's underwear under your apple tree in April. 6. On April 6, take

Took his poo covered manuscript to the blacksmith, Jedediah, and incinerated it in the fires that had forged Bilbo's infamous bling. Still not satisfied

foremost in their minds. When Beatrice stopped one teenage girl who was wearing a Who concert t-shirt to ask her what gave her the right to where a Who concert t-shirt to their ven

mutant vampire. After infecting the vampire, baby ecoli grew in size exponentially, and was soon a macroscopic beast that would destroy all the humans and vampires on the face of

I often think whack a mole is a subconscious desire to hide in yoghurt pots. Soon humans will begin religions in the yoghurts name, sort of a ya-cult.

in a long line in Hell, waiting to see some tepid new version of The Lion King that I'm not in the mood for. Yet here I stand, cursing the motionless queue, knowing I'll miss the

it was his responsibility now. He pinned the badge on and picked up his hat; maybe Waaka'pamuuka was done down in Booking. He headed downstairs without his pistol.

dive, but at least it was now a clean dive, and relatively free of ghosts, except for those trapped in the Poltergust 2000. Little Pig threw himself on the grill as the customers

Bowser smashed through the doors and skidded to a stop in the middle of the dance floor. Luigi spun to face him, the sequins of his salsa outfit glinting. Mario, sashay forward and

"Funny how easy a mob comes together," I thought to myself as I ran from a nerd herd intent upon pinning George's death on me. It had to be the algorithm framing me. The only way I

And asked them for a gargantuan Rick Moranis instead. Plaster started falling off the walls as gigantic footsteps started shaking the malls foundations. Mecha-Moranis entered

sounds implausible but numbers can be irrational and dividing by zero works magic even my high school algebra teacher warned about. Our protagonist was a rule bender: Flat Ollie.

?" "Because he pleaded. Since Trump's success after a golden shower had made him invincible. Most billionaires got golden showers regularly. Scat was the next step. Branson was ahe

little monsters, believing that as their adopted mother, she would be spared. But no. As soon as they'd lost their milk-teeth they chewed off her arms and swallowed them. Armless,