favored the swarthy types. Without the anchovies though there was nothing for the mustard to do but simply sit there on the table between the salt shaker and the water glass.

That was when I stumbled upon the rat. Remy the rat, to be precise. But in this universe, Remy was more than just a chef, he as also an assassin.

All the children knew the story of the pokemon card bandit that lived in the cellar of that filthy house. They feared him, they spoke of him in whispers. No one dared go near it.

i prepared foods that started with the letter T-Turkey, tortillas, turnips. Something about T had intrigued me since youth. She would love this meal as I loved her slanted T's.

"I am the bane of your existence" the rock said, looking up at me. It suddenly jumped from the ground revealing that it had skinng legs, 4 feet long tucked under its rock body. "I

His tight curly hair could only keep them enthralled for a certain amount of time before they grew bored. He couldn't entertain them with just his sax playing, honestly, he wasn't

The only sound she heard was that of her ringing ears.

My mind was racing. All my memories, all my friend's memories were in that digital maelstrom, which kept sucking me in for the past 19 years. I felt alone, I felt cold.

Vomit was my companion tonight. The acid in my throat kept me awake. A cobra on my right arm would have been rad. All in black and white. But now that she was pregnant.

No one can. she had to believe it. Her family's safety was in peril. And her indomitable spirit got to work.

Until Jennifer Magdelena Renah Eleanor Thea Anndersson went to jail. Here's how that happened.

now with the hellhole in my kitchen? Demons were crawling out of it at all hours. They always screech something and frighten the children. Well, all of us really. The Camaro wasn't

voy al sur, soy del barrio de la Tortuga de parte del Govoner del estado de queso probre.

Though it is an acquired taste. Gaelic is my first choice. And yes, my final answer. No my real answer is merde.

For to getting a job in the United States. Woohoo, go Joe!

werebear. Even though my speech was unintelligible to all of them, not understanding Quark,

to offer. Yes, Ace was a good dog. More family than Batman had ever had. As Bruce sat at the table, contemplating how much he wished he could just be a dog like Ace, how much easi

Yes, I had known for a long time, but for her, it was like waking up from a long slumber. The realization that he was nothing more than one of those tentacled whelps must've come

The theater was packed, everyone having heard rumors of it being my 'very last show' despite me taking utmost pains not to let the secret out. I paced backstage, nervous but ready.

speedo stomped up to my table, sat down, and sighed. He patted his big belly and belched, and removed his sunglasses as he asked me why I was here. I ignored him and tried to focus