This seemed to mollify her a bit. She didn't like it. That she made clear. But she did back off. Willa watched her walk away mumbling something about "the Opry". That settled, she

expecting her to heed my warning…but it was too late; Jill’s lead foot had activated the MG’s built-in time traveling app (a standard feature on the ’68 model). Jill was gone, yet

, much to the guard's confusion. But Howard Carp wasn't a man to be distracted by things like giggling bags. Ignoring the bag for now, Howard set off after John, determined to

pulled a file out from the bottom of his shoe, which had a flap you could open, and he started to cut open the metal bars. He didn't get far when the chief of police came in and

Maybe, he thought, if he could get his blood to boil, he would be able to smoke the bees out of his blood and into his beard! So he thought of the thing that made him angriest:

as he still wasn't sure what the correct answer was. StigMartyr was starting to hate who ever it was who started this one. Jimbeau probably didn't know what Woab means either. Lord

the aunts: Clementine, Maisie, Pearl, and Tillie all passed on the tea, and, instead, sharpened their switches and pounded my ass until it was redder than a pomegranate.

-ion. Polluters will be shot where they stand. 5)The committee decided to forbid Nevilles as well. 6) Frequent trips turn into frequent trips back on the onset. 7) Licked pickles

Why? The Dukes with Daggards had become a lot hazardous in Guccione's parody. "One things sure, I ain't shinnin' ol' Boss Hogg's moon!" Said Bodacious and released his quiver quick

grabbed his paddle knowing that such a naught boy must be hit. In order for God to forgive there must be pain to come. Slowly he brought out his camera.

home. He stared off into nothing. Although art was his passion, he seemed lost on what to do next. Not unusual for inspiration to leave him. That was the reality of doing art.

tickle the hell out of his ribs until he died laughing. I tried this in my next match. I knocked the guy out then started tickling. The ref tried to stop my tickling onslaught by

But little did she know that I was still alive. With a pocketknife I sliced through her. I killed her without remorse. “No, THIS is how the cookie crumbles!”I let out a manic laugh

return until the Rothko era that hit rural Bulgaria in 1956. The lion slept beside the quiet Potemkin villages of an Eisenstein set designer on the outs with the local party bosses

remains of the tiny child that had previously been so kind to her in the office. That poor kid didn't deserve any of this. She walked away solemnly trying to keep her mind off of

of growth from a mere acorn nut to a mighty oak. Earth nourished him, and sky sent him water. He grew roots, then sprouted. He was offered a job at a 7-11, but refused on account

, she is all about design, and if you don't survive, at least rest assured that you were among Mama Nature's haute creations. The gilled ones were so fabulous that they lived for

murmured, “Notably Oolong Tea from California. I want it all gone; that’s what I want.” Taichi waved his hand in front of Yuki’s allegedly blind eyes; Yuki slapped his hand aside.

intellect, instead preferring to work on your physique." Pinkerman thought to object to this possibly rude statement, but became distracted the oil glistening off his abs. "Shiny,"

need me to eat lasagna with them every single night. Not when I got my thinly-veiled propaganda to watch, like an even stupider version of Dean Cain, or a smarter chewed shoe.