dress as Kermit the Frog so she could make mad, passionate love to me. Having burned all the Muppet costumes but Fozzie Bear, I asked the Swede if his sister would screw Fozzie ins

g at the armpit. Grandma knew this would distract me long enough to pull out her knitting needles and plunge them in to my eyes. I went wailing backwards. The Looney Bin truck was

you can grow your own cucumber. You can grow some real big ones. So big that, well... heh, let's just say sometimes the prolapse is worth it. Raw bacon might skeeve ya out for a

not before (<Larissa's napkin from lunch that day.>) the (<Kilroy Murpheson was a piano tuner who died of pig stomach.>). Pyle looked at Sneaky Pete and blew him a kiss. Kidney's

She prayed that Martin specifically, who was weak for a good beach, would volunteer himself to go first and become the cautionary casualty. She knew he was gunning for Ship Lead

prefers non-verbal equines." "But Lazurus," answered Prince Lvov, "You know how Empress Catherine adores celebrities, and Mr. Ed is a TV star." "What's TV?" LaRue shot back. Just

Tacoma, Washington. He was always a huge fan of glass sculptor Dale Chihuly, but the museum turned out to be just "okay". We asked Dale himself to oversee our marriage dissolution.

Putty like skin on the dark web. The thing about Putty Boys skin was it grew excessively and could be moulded into any living, breathing object you liked. Corrupt members of the

what." "...huh? "I said I'll tell you what. And I did!" "Look, this isn't the time for your weird jokes. Look at the state of this place, look at this mess!'

at the next table. "Just look at those two: drinking tea, holding hands -- so sickening!" thought the crypto killer before she finally got fed up and left the bistro in a huff. The

were arrayed before them and read by the soothsayers the spiders had brought. Who's guts are those? That was a common question. Were they species specific? Dr. Satan cooed at Saint

know how much of a crime that is?" the porcupine sied. "lock me up walrus. ive got nothin to live for anyway." the porcupine took one last look at her mansion, and silently

in the muck, pouting. What to do? What to do? Perhaps now was the time to expand my pocket phoenix. Yes, may as well. The old cliches were retold for a reason. But first I'd need