whispered in her ear, the more she sprayed Gabriel with everything she had at hand that came in a spray bottle. It was clear that Gabriel only believed in one-way communication, so

Store & yanked the cashier away from her Behind the Scenes TIKTOK session; he bent over, showing her, & her TIKTOK audience, his torn pants & his full moon in all its hairy glory.

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?

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

costume, his statement clearly at odds with his attempts to get out of his own. By now he had a nuanced appreciation for every other schmuck who'd vomited in the Skylark's head.

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.

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

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

on their heads and showing off for Mrs. Lem, who looked away, unimpressed. "Why don't you gentlemen, police and Charlie Sheens all go jump off a cliff," she suggested. With that

dissent by pointing out that it was god's will. God through His instrument, Zara, had delivered a blessing in the form of a spit out seed. One would be wise to heed God's message.

My friends insisted that having a neck caved in by necrosis worked for me. It brought out my bone structure, they said. My mom complained that I was costing her enough in concealer

, 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

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.

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

He then engaged the four grannies in a laborious flashback to his time panning for ice in the Martian boonies. Then he was hit by a golf cart going at 2 kph. WHY ARE YOU MEOWING

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

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

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.

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

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