around the room. Baobi tossed them roses which the both put in their teeth. Baobi started strumming his 13-tone fretted guitar and sang along. "My hands want to squeeze every throa

given her the side-eye and slunk away to who-knows-where. She sighed. Recently, it seemed that everyone was ticked off at her for one reason or the other.

I couldn't stand it anymore. I marched over to Pitt and grabbed his arm, pulling him away from the dog. "Enough!" I shouted. "What is wrong with you?" Pitt looked at me, his eyes

at the mansion, the authorities were still searching for her. She knew she had to keep moving if she wanted to stay ahead of them. With a deep breath,

Interior pointed to the human cutlet in the middle. "This one seems to Smell of Female," he said. "Oh Lux, I bet you say that to all the girls," said Ivy, and they goo-goo-mucked

that catchy tune they'd been playing, and she never did find that cockroach band again. It kept Nagila awake, trying to remember the music they'd performed. Her husband, Snort,

sleep, perchance to dream a dream upon that very cot, that he would one day double-check his spelling before folding. But alas, sometimes time runs out, and the error lives on

And yet the smelly sludge clogged on, oblivious to my discomfort, as a filthy clodhopper played the fiddle. I could not look away as the sludge's stomps left puddles of ooze along

cketers wanted abolished. Arnie Schwartz was a dentist who discovered a compound to actually encourage teeth to regrow in on their own cavities, at least to an extent. Mr. Buttle

protocols availed her for naught. The lupine rendition took over her hare addled parsnip for a brain. The tapir, meanwhile, had managed to free itself from being injected into her.

Puffnstuf (he played one of the goofy firemen) answered. "Nether have I!" replied the MC to a thunderous silence. Pat got up and left the auditorium, followed by the other firemen.

with a window that's soundproofed to human voices when it's open, but lets through the petrichor, the faraway trains, and the lonely howls of wolves. I must gaze down upon treetops

the smashed & famished partygoers started eating each other. At least Patricia hoped they'd been in time. The partygoers fell upon the fondue remnants like Black Friday shoppers.

she wanted when she wanted. Decapitation, at this point, is off the table. For now. That is subject to change. Princess Harriet's astrologer suggested they use her ticker-tapeworm

had its stitching repaired, & I was the finest gentleman in all of Bhutan. I like to vlog from my Himalayan home in my "Let's Meditate" series of me practicing Buddhism. Subscribe!

new Red. Old Red was the new political party formed from the ashes of the older reds, and fellow travelers. They demanded a post-modern post-punk pre-grunk riot gear aesthetic.

-ndroids in drab A-line dresses who couldn't have a creative idea if it was programmed into their artificial intelligence. These Matrons were only good for nagging and scolding

They also had to loosen camper van restrictions. Haiti became Romania's outsourcing solution in developing aquatic camper van/houseboat hybrids. To go green, they planted one tree.

O cabelo era liso, preto, um tanto enferrujado. Libertava um odor de ferrugem, ferrugem esta que, por possibilidade, seria o demónio da Stinkpuckler, agora, presente na sua alma.

meant to bang it on the aquarium's glass wall to show how they sea monkeys were responding only to the music's vibrations. But the dance trophy seemed to gain momentum & shattered