tickle the hell out of his ribs until he died laughing. I tried this in my next match. I knocked the guy out then started tickling. The ref tried to stop my tickling onslaught by

Took his poo covered manuscript to the blacksmith, Jedediah, and incinerated it in the fires that had forged Bilbo's infamous bling. Still not satisfied

Blackout the roadside billboards that were offending social justice warriors. There were 632 of them. It took a long time to find enough material to cover them completely.

bonne humeur pour vous servir du." I don't speak Spanish, he responded. She scoffed and left. "I don't think we get to have the totally-rad-dinner-for-free." his friend wispered.

"I've had my fill of you, you pudgy, self-important screamer," said Spock with icy heat. A moment later, McCoy said, "He's dead, Spock." "Acknowledged."

that Dimitri had shaved off his handlebar mustache. He was nothing without that mustache. I trudged on towards my usual spot. I really needed a drink, that was the only way I would

ned to the wall sized monitor in front of him. It showed every possible combination of matches between the members and also the ultimate result of each match. The old man choose

several more years, until I had published my fourth book, entitled: 'I Can't Read My Own Writing'. I blamed mu illiteracy on the Dancing Plague, as I had not been able to sit still

, which was cruel of the Bureaucracy because everyone knows that in 1997 ShopRite did not carry gorgonzola. They claimed it contained gorgons. So he returned to the future empty

"Alright, let's go." Said the arresting officer to the janitor. The janitor wiped his nose and asked if he could bring an extra tissue. "F-f-f-for my p-pproblem snee-sneezing." he

promoted to indentured sex worker takes a toll on a man. On the other hand, there was now a glimmer of hope that I could be free of this life in 7 years. My FARC membership card

ity outside the pram. Grown but still in infancy. The reason for the war was a bowl of Chinese Chow Mein Soup, which was high on MSG and addictive.

up without wearing our wigs that day. It was all the rage in old France to shave your head, as it reduced lice and unwanted suitors. But the chess players thought we were pigs.

Members: the need to laugh at the follies of the universe is greater than ever at this winter solstice! It creates more good folding stories to come in 2017.Shall we make a toast?

was unstable. The ground on which they stood was a giant floating rock. Many other rocks were floating in the distance. Zach noted, "Dark." "Fresh.", Zak pointed. "How do people

ly backed away from her, taking the opportunity to slide my boots back on. I wasn't going to let this woman get anywhere near my feet, especially my bunions!

because he still hadn't pulled the sock out of his shorts and he could tell Linda was eyebanging his fake package something fierce. Schmuck whirled around, pulled out the sock, and

boots and promised to never bowl drunk again. I sobered up but realized the minorities weren’t done with me. They forced me to get them pizza and sodas at the snack bar, my treat.

garage bands on the other side of the freeway", suggested Tim Suave, "maybe they have room in their garages for you special cacophony?" Ian loved it. BAM, we"re Special Cacophony

"No, don't make me the leader, I'm just a comedian" said Dave, but we voted him down and made him the leader, anyway. He tried to run away from us, but we followed him, for he was