John Henry stood in the corner coughing up bloody phlegm. “That Doc is spreading Covid”, the criminal cried. DHM and I stopped laughing. Bat Masterson walked in, asking, “Covid?

with vomit after triggering her gag reflex. Ms. Chodderstein caught one whiff of that spew and tossed her cookies directly into Professor Finkelstein's third martini.

Vomit was my companion tonight. The acid in my throat kept me awake. A cobra on my right arm would have been rad. All in black and white. But now that she was pregnant.

an airship. There wasn't a body of water for lightyears in any direction. "Perverts trying to balance the economy, what a joke," she mumbled as she took their tray. But thank God,

have one thing lead to another without risking rejection. Jakob sighed and pressed the SUBMIT key. Maybe there's another brown dwarf

-ated by. M. Popeye, dropped & blew his pipe. The blow turned into a fog horn; alerting the Gendarmerie. M. Popeye caught the pipe & used it to reach Pierre's corpse in the Seinne

appeared to find him first&met him with a dirty look, seemingly saying "You BUTTER not!" The singular glare was enough to dull his craving&shock him from his cannibalistic stupor.

"Ouch," said little Johnny as a duck hit his head as it flew by. However, as the ducks began to drop the softballs on the ground, the whole community was pleased to finally have

Glyph-Cipher but you can call me Vajg. We haven't had a new girl in here in ages. Did the Motherhouse send you? I ask because we have seen some true believers. We have to see to th

swamp life. The swampfolk suddenly find themselves under attack. President Shrek said so. The was drastic hyperbole or demagoguery, most likely. Can't we go back to a golden time?

my boss needs all the seats, because I'm pissed off at my Mother.

his unwritten folding stories spilled out intent on finding a new writer so that they'd see the dark of night. Which is how we ended up in these dungeons under the profaned church.

the standards of the Flemish flan. For that, Julia possessed the beaters to forever fail to make the perfect flan. The noise was their wailing at failing their mistress. A sobbing

And the greatest thing about Kodokuna's fortunes were that they never came true. Sure, most were completely ridiculous, but even the seemingly likely ones never happened.

remained in quiet deliberations with her double and triple chins. I noted her short soccer mom hairstyle & brushed back my hair from my shoulder to draw her attention to my Manager

Felt like I was digging a hole, deeper and deeper. So deep I nearly buried myself and the glass heart in it. Mine smell like honey, Michael Stipecsang as he pulled us out intact.

It was true, he had eaten the cat's crap just that morning but he wasn't about to let Simon have the pleasure of rubbing his nose it. "Then I might have to eat you", Bert snarled.

slowly congealed into a fibrous coat on the Panama Hat that Al had left on the table on the Promenade Deck his body was hacked up & used as chum for the sharks in the boat's wake.

the scruffiest of eligible bachelors from the upper upper crust of society. She leveraged her odd visage for her own private island near Fernando Poo. All was going well until she

sleigh and the police car that we hooked when we rose up into the air as the lead reindeer dog, Randolph, a Bright Red Setter-Labrador mix, beamed through the night that we were co