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

the Royal Canadian Mounties arrested me for being drunk and disorderly; when, in fact, I had forced a Siamese cat on Burton Cummings, at gun point. The ASPCA Officers cuffed me and

, 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

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

a biplane's propellers slowly, deliberately. I knew then that she was having some feelings about moving back to Heck. I hadn't considered the sexuality of planes before. Was that

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

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.

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!'"

-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."

Bobby had a timetable worked out for when he took over dominion of the dark side. Cthulhu & the other Old Ones had let the survivors turn the world against them while they slept.

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.

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.

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

By the time they were saved from the island they were both Counts of Monte Cristo. Nbody but Kevin and Doug knew how the pipework worked in that whole shebang. The ninja chefs recr

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

time watch all of my space keys rising up in the Rapture. On their way to opening new dimensions for the traveling passion show this universe turned out to be. We never suspected o

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?

the standards of the Flemish flan. For that, Julia possessed the beaters to forever fail to make the perfect flan. The noise was their wailing at failing their mistress. A sobbing

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

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