"There must be a repeat to re-heat the fold," the Wizard-General always said, but when the upstart heard this, he rolled his eyes . "Snake-eyes!" shouted the Wiz as the eyes hit

by children ended in them getting more candy, only time-outs. Wait no, that wasn't it. But actually, I think it's better. Director! Can I change my line? No? How about

chomping away at it, in complete disregard of my routine Sunday schedule. She knew that was my sandwich, she knew... "Hey Mrytle look like you're enjoying that, would you mind

"Beer Barrel Polka" on the bassoon, again. Our lips are too dry to even play a home-made kazoo. But Saint Peter doesn't mind. In fact, he's relieved. There's far too much music in

-ossed hither and yon by the foul humors of fate, into the reality that accepted navel tickling between consenting parties as being A-Okay. Captain Oblivion and Dr. Fether were now

would get my Lionel model train set, which I had half blown-up in an attempt to visualize the great train wreck that was my life. He was a bastard, anyway. Serves him right. To my

hard caramelized topping was yet intact, and damed if the Creme Brulee King would have it shattered by the likes of the Chicken Chariot's lowly Stanley. So the princess was locked

little Lord. Then the Lord resurrected him & he did the same thing all over again. This just sent the Lord into even more laughter. Soon the other Lord Gods got interested in Man.

"Is this really necessary?" he shouted into the spyware, startling awake the government agents who had the misfortune of having to listen to his boring life. "That's it, I quit!"

was not that great, let's be honest. But, you are still a good guy,". I read on, hoping that he had not cheated.

desperately, hoping to get run over, for it had always been my greatest desire to die by unicycle collision.

-or badgers who only have five bucks to spend on a date. Stripey was quite stingy, in spite of his law practice. He longed to find a thrifty female with which to whelp. He had

prop closet but only found a wheelbarrow wheel, and it was flatter than the entire world. The actor gasped, again, “The Wheel of Life, Man! Think big!” So, stagehand Tim quit.

turn the ship of profits by putting more wind in her sales. They'd have to do a commercial with pirates keelhauling some scollywog landlubber. He could see they'd have to cleave to

put a single bullet in each of her enemies' skulls. She blew the smoke away from the end of her weapon and safely re-holstered it. With a sigh, the Genie queen dialled her cleaners

"Tell me about it! I used to think I was Vanessa C36 (no relation to that corporatist Conquest afaik) but how are we to navigate our own self-conceptions let alone the world around

, who, once aroused, were forced to erupt, to KILL or at least accept a sacrifice &GUBA was the sacrifice! The Princess ran amok, past her father, & flung herself into the volcano!

or are we Horned Melons? I’m glad I’m able to grasp and enjoy Autumn Sweets and Honey Globes, for what they are, while, simultaneously, respecting her, and treating her as an equal

But I found that a person's scent says more than their words ever will, and that they really have very little to say either way. I faked deafness and lived a happy life away from

It not only became clear, but compulsory, as well…she had to withdraw within; take the small pill; dive into the unfathomable, the Deep State, the place where criminals minds go to