a multitude of hungry and disillusioned diners. Propecia's dinner date didn't like crowds, so he left Propecia to hold their place in the line while he popped off to do a spot of

ilt. From there, he makes his way up (careful to avoid the nether region) and pops his cute little head out from under my shirt. Manticore cubs are just the cutest.

A storm out of the building and into a nearby park and try to relax, "I just need to take a break" I say. I'm still in denial, but maybe a break is what I need. I spontaneously

that a police negotiator be summoned to try & talk the jumper down. "It's Dad up there!" he scolded Todd. "Dad!" James screamed, "Don't jump! We won't send you to Golden Age Manor!

eaky making us feel the sense of reality even though it mirrors our lives in all seven sides which causes illusions doubting our faiths and destinys. The circle on the other hand

The mountain gulls laid waste to the continent in a matter of weeks. They overthrew and consumed many politicians, usurped and burped many prominent businessmen and people of int-

my facial hair, sensibly weaved, plucked, and tweezed into any image he could concoct —fill in the blanks…but he was upset: he loves me for who I am, menopausal mustache and all.

Lucifer never was big on education, leading by example, since it netted him the most damned souls. That and celebrities. But something was missing in Lucifer's life: Retirement.

"It's derived from pork extracts." My brother said from behind my back. I put it back on the shelf. "The Crablin don't have a sufficiently refined taste to know the difference."

Steve Buscemi with a summer cold. Being a bit self conscious about his posture the fellow straightened his spine while remaining on his hands & knees. The Steve Buscemi fly was not

that had Congress been able to do something about anything, that would have been the something. For now, the Circus of Ill Repute was a rolling Superfund Site. I had run away from

so weird, but as I was drunk, it seemed perfectly normal to me. All I could think about is getting another shot of tequila! I pushed and shoved to the bartender and the drunken

again! My precious gnomes! My sweet, sweet Augustus, the centrepiece of my lawn, never to be seen again! I wept bitterly, drowning my sorrows in a bottle of whisky.

my half-length bassoon gently weeps. It's strange, high-pitched whine attracts the fair folk, who glide in surreptitiously like leaves on the breeze. They begin to sing in harmony

And in so doing, he summoned Crazy Chuck, the Patron Saint of Disco Clowns. His rainbow wig and red rubber nose shone bright in his comic brilliance, all but blinding Feeb and his

but the umpire ruled them out anyway. It didn't make any difference anyway. Nobody scores in Hell. McGillicutty and Smuckatelli regrouped at the feeding trough. "Mmmm, embezzlers,"

one. Alas, the old pile of rusted bones and crooked beams sulked in my backyard, awaiting attention. After years of running low on fumes, the maroon misery depleted its last breath

not wanting to be caught again. My thoughts ran away from not only me but from each other. They just couldn't stand being so close to each other or me, their father. Yes, their fat

the beack and we came across with a wuss. It is incredible how that person could be such

I decided to take the witch's advice. Took my mother's urn. Was about to chuck into the ocean so she could rest in peace, when suddenly, I heard a scream