, 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

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

and it was a perilous state to be in, yet she found herself laughing, throwing her arms in the air. Fern stared at Julia, knowing what little care she had was lost to the winds.

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.

about it? "Yes and he insists that they stopped producing that model in 1979 due to errant behavior. THey kept becoming sentient." "That doesn't help us at all." It's what I found

It was true, he had eaten the cat's crap just that morning but he wasn't about to let Simon have the pleasure of rubbing his nose it. "Then I might have to eat you", Bert snarled.

"Ouch," said little Johnny as a duck hit his head as it flew by. However, as the ducks began to drop the softballs on the ground, the whole community was pleased to finally have

The goat planet was dominated by the technologically advanced Nan civilization who had been on the cusp of space travel when the monkeys in spaceships appeared in orbit above them.

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

to the circus on the other side of the interstate. When they got there their shoes were covered in mud. The ringmaster noticed and called Harrison & Betty over. "On the lam?" Betty

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.

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

slowly congealed into a fibrous coat on the Panama Hat that Al had left on the table on the Promenade Deck his body was hacked up & used as chum for the sharks in the boat's wake.

, 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

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?

, 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,

I considered the question, glancing at my partner. A couples adventure of discovery on a mysterious island sounded amazing. She gave me a slight nod. "We're in!" I said. I didn't

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.

How about "Come to my cooler, you little darlin'" or "Jump on the hook and laugh at George Carlin"? But no, he had been trying to write a serious poem about fishing, not a comedy