murmured, “Notably Oolong Tea from California. I want it all gone; that’s what I want.” Taichi waved his hand in front of Yuki’s allegedly blind eyes; Yuki slapped his hand aside.

, I might have... HEY! Don't touch me there! That is off-limits, d'ya hear?! Stop it now (giggle). I said (giggle guffaw) STOP! You...heheee...hahahahaa...started this, now you

, she is all about design, and if you don't survive, at least rest assured that you were among Mama Nature's haute creations. The gilled ones were so fabulous that they lived for

-ion. Polluters will be shot where they stand. 5)The committee decided to forbid Nevilles as well. 6) Frequent trips turn into frequent trips back on the onset. 7) Licked pickles

aren’t going to believe it…” It took me a second to mix the picture and sound; everything was a bit hazy. “A woman with a nylon over her face took the Ferrari and the 200k,”

only to be struck down. The eggplant monster ate him and began to shudder. The Sirenian Sleuth was still alive. He possessed the eggplant monster and began to obliterate non-veget

"What?" he said, "I can't hear you over the vacuum cleaner." "This place is a pigsty! I'm taking my vacuum and going back to Mom," I answered, before unplugging the machine. What I

Why? The Dukes with Daggards had become a lot hazardous in Guccione's parody. "One things sure, I ain't shinnin' ol' Boss Hogg's moon!" Said Bodacious and released his quiver quick

grabbed his paddle knowing that such a naught boy must be hit. In order for God to forgive there must be pain to come. Slowly he brought out his camera.

the Soviet scale kitchen stove in an East German designed apartment in Mongolia. "Your Natasha is spot on except for how really it isn't," Steve said as they cleaned up the borscht

I looked over at Angus. He had heard me before so he wasn't a concern. He pointed upstairs. He was telling me that I was good. Nobody else had heard me. "If you can't take the xray

of growth from a mere acorn nut to a mighty oak. Earth nourished him, and sky sent him water. He grew roots, then sprouted. He was offered a job at a 7-11, but refused on account

remains of the tiny child that had previously been so kind to her in the office. That poor kid didn't deserve any of this. She walked away solemnly trying to keep her mind off of

at rest. "Mrs. Smith," I whispered for some reason, "please excuse me." Swiftly slinging her over my shoulder, I made my way out the front door. Granny was surprisingly heavy for a

Species, others argued I should be dissected in order to glean any medical information to help future mer-kind. After a few sea shandies, some even said they should mate with me

Some ways far more unrealistic if you're made of char. Did you remember step 8? That one's easy. Wait... You didn't? Oh shiii... *the world explodes, leaving them floating... *

return until the Rothko era that hit rural Bulgaria in 1956. The lion slept beside the quiet Potemkin villages of an Eisenstein set designer on the outs with the local party bosses

home. He stared off into nothing. Although art was his passion, he seemed lost on what to do next. Not unusual for inspiration to leave him. That was the reality of doing art.

But little did she know that I was still alive. With a pocketknife I sliced through her. I killed her without remorse. “No, THIS is how the cookie crumbles!”I let out a manic laugh

stars whose power has been harnessed by technological means. Faster than light travel has obviously been utilized most efficiently, and cross-breeding of species has even been disc