not do that but to follow his bliss. He soon realized that raking in an infinite supply of monetary funds WAS his bliss and he got back on that bandwagon. He started by passing off

and revealed his left butcheek. "You see that tattoo? I got it when I unlocked this level." It was Tweety Bird. "Tweety Bird, huh." I said. "Yep," he replied, "now let's have sex."

light the coals & toast the marshmallow mummy to make s’mores. “Wouldn’t It be great if Gandhi or Joan of Arc had gone out this way? Their deaths might not have been such a drag."

He grinned at her; his eyes combing over her figure. “I wonder how badly she wants her well dug,” Zeke asked Lonnie, “How deep and how wide?” Lonnie shook his head. Zeke moved in

– just another bit of parochial nonsense that is only relevant on a very localized scale – I have decided to eschew "Contemporary Psychology", transcripts be damned. So now,

suddenly there was a chance to be each other's sidechick. Now that it was out there, Sarah seemed to be interested but shied away at the last moment. "We're almost sisters, Susie!"

, and the happy chair gradually became more glib as he approached the local Wainwright's to secure a carriage for his horse, unawares of the fast appleman in pursuit. The onlooker

Dynamite clock alerted me that all may be well here. I decided to break dance my way out of the situation. I jumped and landed the perfect splits, breaking time and the universe

Vape Shoppe and ordered a round of THC, hold the Vitamin E. As dusk fell, the Mysterion stopped coughing long enough to explain his theory about page 273. "Obviously, it has nothin

"Let's try a different role playing game." I suggested " I need to change." I left her in her tattered princess costume and decided to change into something more dominatrix for me

(Well, in fact, they were, but the doctors blamed the Doctor Wars on the nurses, as usual.) Nurses from around the globe came crawling out of the ERs to defend their honor, while

anything close to a medal, or an award, but a following nonetheless. If Mao's Mum could only see the amount of happy smiley people who watched his videos, then maybe at last she

-round the ho, ho, ho' was a hit with the tongs. Not so much with the Fu Manchu. Which is why 'cock-around the ho, ho, ho" wasn't allowed in his new haunted castle. Gourmet ghosts

a biplane's propellers slowly, deliberately. I knew then that she was having some feelings about moving back to Heck. I hadn't considered the sexuality of planes before. Was that

om using Frontline, which was about as useless as the proverbial screen door on a submarine. Bill's fleas were proliferating over his face and abdomen. Sara had to take the fight

The Land of Goshen wasn't all its brochure cracked it up to be. It's hard to take any sort of writing service seriously if they use a sans serif font. Eileen was leader of Goshen,

wobbled, a bit, but managed to right itself. It was like the pyramid had a gyroscope inside. Elvis and Bonano sat up at that. They recognized what all great guitarists guessed at.

e and into the baptismal font which, like the public pool, was full of urine. Then the best man got loose and ate all the little communion wafers (the Jeez-its), and the bride ate

group therapy. There they met a Gen-Xer and his dad. The Xer says, "Dad, I'm in puppy love." "That's great, son!" says the dad. "With an actual puppy," said the son. "Get my gun,"

-led. Mildred replied to the Frenchman, "a fence only keeps honest people out but men with guns keep the prisoners in. With my Kalashnikov I have no need for a lock."