-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."

chicken-like being hardly seemed dazed. Not much. He weebled & wobbled a bit but it seemed to find it pleasurable. It made a pink furry purrr. We all heard it in our minds, not our

just as he had made plans with Sgt. Shultz. Old Shultzy was a transformed man for the states all due to Frenchy's baked goodies. Now She was all his and she didn't even realize it

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.

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,"

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!'"

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.

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.

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.

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?

, where they landed, set out to build a Utopian city for troubled toddlers. Regrettably, Don de Con built a brothel for the mentally awkward out of popsicle sticks & Lincoln Logs

as is typical for these kind of days. "Please clarify, ma'am, are you or your house or both on fire?" Before I could answer the 911 dispatcher the line went dead. The melted base

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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?

, pero aún así decidió llevar a cabo. Consiguió todos los materiales que necesitaría para llevar a cabo su objetivo, y entró en la habitación en la que ella dormía para preparar