n enormous amount of bitcoin; enough for Dr. Goodfeel to take Nurse Ratched for a ride on his hobbyhorse, get her to invest in Poxagone, give the Poxariffic some free advertising.

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

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,

Unlike that time she had flicked something else whilst quagmire had been peeking in with a camera. Peter shuddered. It really ground his gears sometimes, just like that chicken

far from knowing how to use his new dorsal fin. To his stepfather, who just happened to walk into the dining just then, he looked like the fish was shitting the boy. He grabbed a

Araidne the Lesser Gorgon. Nobody else would try to pull that shit. I couldn't concentrate on my maths. My empathy went off the charts on the low end. Who could Araidne be seeing?

than his other option, the Warlock of Carcasonne, who didn't take Khazarite apprentices anymore for reasons nobody could explain. Everyone knew the circumstances, just not the why.

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

and making lewd remarks at passersby. "However," he went on, "Guildenstern knows a fire escape with a hidden entrance to heaven behind some loose bricks. Ask him to show you."

But Moon Doggy felt threatened and struck out with some fung fu moves. He took the butterflies by surprised and all bunched together. He wiped out hundreds with his first swipe.

Roseanne Barr, amongst other members of the Moo World Order. The steaks were high, she had some major beef and nothing, nor nobody was going to stand in her way.

before anyone could see her and exclaim, "There she is, the baby witch who slaughters mountain goats with her visage!" But then she realized that someone WAS shouting that, and she

felt the usual pleasant surprise at gin's subtle flavour. She thought, "If only I could get Dr Goodfeel to love me..." Goodfeel arched an eyebrow. "Doris?" She gasped. Did she say

ntly clear that the path of stoic friendlessness suggested by "Jane Eyre" had shunted me down a very unsavory path indeed. Then I felt the kind hand of Prester Inspector Hathaway

Lly inhabited by varmints and met Mr. Tarantula about noon over coffee and donuts. We planned our approach to rebuild the old armory.

that! Rookie mistake. The adversaries locked eyes, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. The cheat was first to break eye contact, gazing at his board, feigning focus.

...Maybe? Another look at the scattered archives might’ve sparked a few thoughts — perhaps ‘Janitor Fists Boss Until Prolapse’ had some sort of artistic or intellectual merit

g at the armpit. Grandma knew this would distract me long enough to pull out her knitting needles and plunge them in to my eyes. I went wailing backwards. The Looney Bin truck was

She prayed that Martin specifically, who was weak for a good beach, would volunteer himself to go first and become the cautionary casualty. She knew he was gunning for Ship Lead

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.