-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

is sweet on me and she gives me and my friends extra tofu on all their orders," Bob explained. He half stood, caught the eye of said girl at the counter, & gave her 2 finger guns.

slightest perturbed by Nyarlathotep. We all pointed and laughed at him. One guy quipped, "He wanted to reject Cthulhu, but said, '$20 is $20 is $20 is $20 is $20 is $20 is $20!'"

up the spaghetti dish and onto the table. Then Gunjak slipped over the table's edge. She slid down until only the top of her noodle body was holding on while she dangled there. She

-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."

What was important was that Glint Westrock was dead. He'd been poisoned by the future. Det. Manatee could see future residue on Glint's lips. "The question is did he die now or in

wearing I bought at Goodwill for $1. But after we fumigate it and wash it we'll have it on the sales floor with a Mashall's price of $11.99." St. Pooter wasn"t impressed. "Dollar

I promised myself that I was going to have my revenge glow-up on her, so I started training, but a man called Ash kidnapped me. He forced me into fighting against Agumon, but I

multiplied the forces arrayed against the issue. The Arachnids argued that we were being speciesist at the least and more probably Solists. Dr. Satan demurred to their stance. Guts

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

I was first to market with Biokenesis®. I became a millionaire overnight. I moved to the boonies and practiced qonfu and my back porch everymorning before a breakfast of extinct

The kitchen learned not to send the pretty ones as food bearers as they quickly ended up without a head. They now only send out the frumps. Who cry because they lose either way.

both of them ignoring the scent of a dead skunk I left in the radiator last Yom Kippur. Even Dairy Queen won't take their drive-thru order now.

I felt like my own private trinity in an Ang movie. I had one hand reaching for Jesus and the other my nana. Jesus had one reaching for me & the other pushing my nana behind him.

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,"

monkey fist that was now also stuck because it was holding his head in the money slot. I batted away at the monkey but he threw shit and I let him have the his head. "Be a sport

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

because she reminded him of his daughter, the Gas-Masked Socialite. He hadn't always been a hobo. Still GSM, as he liked to call her, was not a kook like this woman. "I'll kill you

not without a hint of snideness. He gestured at the children at play. "Perhaps my tune is more to the liking of yon children. I tire of always being alone with the rats." He blew

my purty mouth." The banjo blushed sharply. The spirit of the marsh-island could see where this story was going and tried to head it off by fomenting mistrust between Kask & banjo.