Kayne West had misgivings about playing the moon in the remake of Voyage dans La Lune when Lucas explained that he wanted a real rocket to land on his face but he'd signed & had to

pass. You must come to them. When you do not respond to their entreaties they took more overt actions to get your attention. They started writing Folding Stories calling for your

hellbent on eroding the enamel that was her "face", continued to cast her fly fishing pole in an evil light to the HR department. In spite of extensive training in how not to be ba

into the dust-bin of musical ecstasy, and though it smelled a bit, the odor quickly faded and all that was left was the merry music of the circus, emanating from her generous rear.

real mission when the Onotron caterwauled on the spaceport PA system that she needed "Prinnnggles iieeeeeeee!" which by all accounts wasn't really going to happen as we were so far

But I didn't care about the profanities that surrounded my article, all that mattered was that young, naive people would read it. That would guarantee the success of my plan for

The wolves were howling and the air was unseasonably crisp. The general lay-out of the rest stop was what I remembered from 10 years ago, but do any of them really change? Time war

mpanzee and decided not to. Nana emerged from the moon door, gravy dripping, and came face to face with

"A-ha-ha-HA!" I chortled, head thrown back as I let the 90 MPH wind whip me into an even more frothy frenzy of ME-ness ,,,Me-ness in my Mazerati-ness. "Boo-Ya!" Kiss my ass, Auntie

Hanging up, Alain pondered what Ezra had just told him. A third player was always possible but not one this far into the plan. Did they know in Langley? He should have asked Ezra.

vely & she really felt bad for killing him. I guess he had been a good mayor. He got killed because he took an interest in my business. I don't mean it like that. I mean he cared.

Perhaps a reverse seance is in order. Abyss gathered their family friends as they decorated the room with some cutesy mortal stuff like flowers and dogs. Mortals, I call upon thee

all of her bravado was gleaned from endless lurking on message boards in the deepest, darkest, most vile parts of the internet: The Comments Section. Had the Lord of Darkness known

soul that is worthy to go to the gates of Valbuzza and be reincarnated as I ascend to my 4/5 life. Don't listen to those bozo bees who claim I'm kamakrazee, I am perfectly sane ho

In short, I was born to be a freelance editor for Twitter accounts. I could take a verbose diatribe and bring it down to a few simple words Example: No Nix Net Neut!

that he'd take me to the people's court, screaming "Fraud!" and I'd be crucified by Judge Judy and all the expert witnesses the prosecution was sure to call. Shape hearing freak is

cook off or my name isn't Snivelly Nellie, which is wasn't but we'll go with that for now. My secret ingredient, aka my snot, was baked into my cake, charged with free endorphins.

So we all packed up and went to McGill's, and were treated by Chef Boyardee.

But he did get usurped which means he didn't get syrup either. He did get lucky though, in that he escaped from being murdered by the usurper. The world would forget King Henry for

of the nano projector, moves hundreds of miles away and opens a fishing store in a small seaside town. Strange to say I know, but we have to warn you about that possibility.