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?

an airship. There wasn't a body of water for lightyears in any direction. "Perverts trying to balance the economy, what a joke," she mumbled as she took their tray. But thank God,

remained in quiet deliberations with her double and triple chins. I noted her short soccer mom hairstyle & brushed back my hair from my shoulder to draw her attention to my Manager

a cat beer because so few cats live to be 21. That didn't mean the cat couldn't learn, and the cat ended up ordering 200 gross of frozen lasagnas with my good, clean credit card.

-ated by. M. Popeye, dropped & blew his pipe. The blow turned into a fog horn; alerting the Gendarmerie. M. Popeye caught the pipe & used it to reach Pierre's corpse in the Seinne

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.

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

swamp life. The swampfolk suddenly find themselves under attack. President Shrek said so. The was drastic hyperbole or demagoguery, most likely. Can't we go back to a golden time?

his unwritten folding stories spilled out intent on finding a new writer so that they'd see the dark of night. Which is how we ended up in these dungeons under the profaned church.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

Criminy felt threatened by all the accusations that it was the cause of our ruin. "It wasn't for my sake, no matter that they say different. It was always about their sake", Crimin

, 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

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

Arrived and ferreted them to OZ. There the Freemasons did their secret induction rituals and it suddenly no longer mattered whether or not she had buffeted the cladding. Behold,

retain its original packaging and be kept in just the right climate-controlled environment to retain and accrue value. After I obtained this prize, I lived and thought like a spy –