never make assumptions on anything. As the saying goes: It makes an ass out of you and me. What an asinine comment. I cannot believe that jackass! And thus, the thread of

called them by number. What was this? Had they really been dreaming, or was this just part of a long series of dimensional twists? The first walked to the desk. The receptionist

I can't tell if I'm the chatbot or the human. I can only see the last 100 or so characters. Sigh. Yes; you are the human. Cats like boxes, so it's okay if the order was a scam. Now

form a contrast against her curved body and it captured so much attention that even Target picked it up and showcased it in the clothing section. Wait, it was only Target that took

the girl with the promise of energy, she gave her a poisoned beverage. We can see the damage caused to her stomach in scan 32. The poison entered her blood stream and you can see

"I knew it!" said Danny quite pleased with the reveal "Now, is there a particular woman that you actually like?" continued hoping to unravel the whole truth with a cheeky smirk.

Hint #4. It loves it Mondays Morning Meetings

"Who's flying cow is to blame for my ruined surrey canopy," I asked the wind. I got out my rangefinder and made note of bearing & wind direction. In case it came up. The flying cow

Buy her trajectory was adversely affected such that she was now on a path through the planet. Not at all possible with their hyperspace modulator was offline for badly needed repai

Heart broken as he receipt from Lowe's for her home renovation had been washed in the dryer from Home Depot. So she invited the court, all twelve men to come through her front door

were in, after spending hundreds of dollars on lottery tickets and winning next to nothing. If we had won, my wife thought we should buy a house and settle down, but I thought

he started putting the unpopped kernels in the waistband of my illfitted jeans, the jerk. The seeds rolled down my pant leg during one risque dance move and I had to awkwardly

Then one of the more surly of the witches snatched the Prep-H from my hands, snarling, "Let those boils boil!" and let out a horrible cackle. "I say we throw them red pepper sauce

but she stopped me when I tried to sharpie on some moles & wrinkles. "What am I doing?" I thought. "I know this isn't my son... do I love it like its mine or keep drawing on it?"

Day by day, though, his dollops were doled out dutifully in due time. Wherever his journey took him, he needed to find a way to get more dollops, fast.

was a horrible research essay topic. (S)he decided to make a new fold and she began to write: "The effects of gamma radiation on Tardigrades..." Yes, this would make a great fold!

from the heavens like the spirit wind, the kamikaze, pelting him into compliance, prying his hands away from each other and away from my hind parts. How about a cesarean section?

but I already had some cookies in the oven, for the Sea Monkey King had charmed me with his poems. But I was all in favor of baking a cake with the vampire OB-GYN next time my oven

&caught the delicate scent of chartreuse. The pain morphed into pleasure as the thing sucked plasma from my pores, replaced by something of a similar consistency, but metallic.

ldn't clean up properly and would just leave a mess all over the carpet. Damn florescent lamp powder. I cursed to myself and poured a coffee. It was time to buy a new one.