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!'"

anything close to a medal, or an award, but a following nonetheless. If Mao's Mum could only see the amount of happy smiley people who watched his videos, then maybe at last she

I yelled up at the dark puffball. “Hey little guy, why so gloomy?” The storm cloud thundered and sent down a bolt in my direction. “Weatherman thinks I’m just a front.”

And the greatest thing about Kodokuna's fortunes were that they never came true. Sure, most were completely ridiculous, but even the seemingly likely ones never happened.

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.

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?

e and into the baptismal font which, like the public pool, was full of urine. Then the best man got loose and ate all the little communion wafers (the Jeez-its), and the bride ate

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.

self-basking moment before straightening a nonexistent stray hair in his brow and faced the day sober for the first time in minutes. He dropped the label maker. Still disoriented,

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

I was first to market with Biokenesis®. I became a millionaire overnight. I moved to the boonies and practiced qonfu and my back porch everymorning before a breakfast of extinct

heads. Regrettably, the four children were told, they would now be inseparable. Like conjoined twins, the filthy kids were bound by their mutually-tangled hair.

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,"

D the Minister of Truth was there. Ms. Quackenbush escaped disguised as a field mouse. Mr. Wickershaven had a tortoiseshell who devoured her. They then conversed for one hour.

, Southern, Eastern or Western, nobody was safe from the Falkland drums. Wherever you went, the drums followed you. Thump. Thump. Thump. Only the volunteer punks could withstand

with equanimity but with insistence. A girl's life was at stake. "Stop being a Karen, Karen, Be a Manger for the sake of this girl's life" said the guy they'd cut in front of. "Ok,

were so blue. He wished he could tell Garret the truth about his feelings, but they were far too deep into this scheme. If Garret knew Aiden was in love with him, there was no way

the scruffiest of eligible bachelors from the upper upper crust of society. She leveraged her odd visage for her own private island near Fernando Poo. All was going well until she

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.