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.

The Land of Goshen wasn't all its brochure cracked it up to be. It's hard to take any sort of writing service seriously if they use a sans serif font. Eileen was leader of Goshen,

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.

I was aghast. I was to0 late to take my husband's seed and he shot his shot all up in the downstairs maid's unprotected womb. I shuddered to think what she new privilege she would

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

, 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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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."

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

friend..." smiling devilishly, he threw a juice box at his foe, all the while screaming "THIS IS SPARTA!" No one knew why until it was too late, he picked up his lunch tray and

obtuse hypotenuse overused rhombus boozers with protracted compass disease. They tended to go around in circles, parallel to the ground but perpendicular to each other's

dress as Kermit the Frog so she could make mad, passionate love to me. Having burned all the Muppet costumes but Fozzie Bear, I asked the Swede if his sister would screw Fozzie ins

retaliated by hitting Tom with one of her own hot-sauce-dipped spitballs right in his eye. That stung. The Future Business Leaders Club began SELLING premade spitballs. The classro

not before (<Larissa's napkin from lunch that day.>) the (<Kilroy Murpheson was a piano tuner who died of pig stomach.>). Pyle looked at Sneaky Pete and blew him a kiss. Kidney's

on for hours with the cops learning nothing from the terrified Easter Bunny. At last came the good cop/bad cop routine. Offering him salt to go with his hardboiled egg, good cop

Tacoma, Washington. He was always a huge fan of glass sculptor Dale Chihuly, but the museum turned out to be just "okay". We asked Dale himself to oversee our marriage dissolution.