would they be fine knowing the truth? Western cuisine for so long had denied and shunned the openness of Eastern cuisine. Maybe it was time to tell them the truth. Grubs are tasty.

Mrs. Bucket-of-Chicken, real name Aileen Tuport from Napoleon, Ohio, got wind of this. She didn't worry a bit. It was well known that billy goats bluff. Sadly, they might've been

trials and tribulations of primitive vacuum cleaner robotics, those first Roombas that became dust-collecting knickknacks for the rich and famous; plant holders, & cat perching

to Tardigrade Tartare. Both dishes mentioned were protested by the RSPCA. "Won't someone please think of the plankton!?" "Sea monkeys are friends, not food!" Squiggy the Sperm Cell

brand Kleenex were the must-have item in the city's fashionable district. Morris Dancers needed to make do with handkerchiefs, which meant the gay night life needed a new code.

tied up the apartment complex phone line with her incessant gossip, and whenever she strolled past a computer, she would hit F11 to full-screen the browser. Mrs. Harper was a pill.

who knew how to lead a dancer with two left hooves. Kaitlyn and Mr. Ed took up quite a portion of the floor (especially Mr. Ed), and he whispered sweet nothings into her ear over

I was an instant nobody, but my humble life found true love. After we wed, on our honeymoon night, my hands caressed her bosom to discover her nipples were stickers. "The hell!?"

had to call the game because global warming melted the rink. Just like that, everyone in the NHL was out of jobs. What could our skills possibly carry over to? Mail processing?

a biplane's propellers slowly, deliberately. I knew then that she was having some feelings about moving back to Heck. I hadn't considered the sexuality of planes before. Was that

"Yeah, but you're telling it in 2021," the guy at the Carvel Ice Cream counter shouted at me, "so put on your damned mask! Look, even Fudgey the Whale is wearing one!" Well, I had

him. “Come on, Space! Just one plant!” “That’s Mr. Coyote to you, Dope. I don’t need my leg fixed!” “Have it your way, Arnold,” I guffawed, “You’ll never rake all those leaves

over the levee and into the big boss' secret lair, an unobtrusive tree house. The big boss only had a moment to realize that the jobs bomb had come through the window and landed on

a Ninja Turtles costume made from taffeta. We chased the ghost boy off with a pair of Nun-chucks made by actual nuns from the Convent of Barreiro. The end." Wendy, John, and Mike

empty his dusted pipe. The vodka hadn't improved his aim. The ashes ended up mostly down the shirt collar of a midget. Cross-eyed, he tried to

Possibly prostrating his penis before them, or pining for the fjords on the precipice of his pituitary gland paraphernalia. Ptolemy partook plenty of pot, which was why he smelled.

"I'm fine," the robot called to Phil from the kitchen, but he could hear more things shattering in there. "Never mind," Phil said, "I'll do the dishes." The robot laughed secretly

he said, "but at the rest of it, I'm dead meat up the creek." The rest of the Grammar Police shook their heads at this remark and sentenced Soupy to 7 years Hard English. "No!" he

of Fort Knox, if you know what I mean. But, she's rich, so I got a nice settlement after the divorce. However, she learned from that, and demanded a prenup of her zombie fiancee.

their pictures posted on Facebook™, with scrawls making fun of their appearance. You know, calling them fat, or similar bigoted remarks. The Chessmaster needed to be stopped. The