that his noodles were as black as the rock in the middle of the Pacific Ocean called amabo. This was confusing because his noodle were supposed to be "pink Ramen" his odd obsessio

Our flesh tends to crawl when we are reminded about what's under it. It's a meat thing, you wouldn't understand. Oh, you're cute at Halloween and all, but at other times you tend

her girlfriend, Nya Pramburg, that she was in deep shit. "Come now, deathbot out of control!" As the message sent, Johnson stirred on the martian terrain, where he had been shocke

tal Insurance calenders and he would move on the Nationals next month in Las Vegas. So he figured he had a month to find a frilly open shirt and a damsel. He had no idea on the 1st

cheese shoes, he'd never be able to live it down. He'd have to forfeit the car and the flat and live in a box in an alley. Luckily the King loved it all but the toe holes and the

He let out a comically pitiful last gasp as he croaked from my killshot. Then my spine tingled harder than before. It felt as if he were on my six. The Lord of Memes' deep laughter

said "Gracie" on the chat room. I typed "I see that the inappropriate caps have struck again". "What Do You Mean?" she asked. "Nevermind" I typed

Indeed, we should be careful to give the next Folder an idea of what was going on in the story, otherwise one has to shoot in the dark. Suddenly, a shot was heard in the dark.

אני מתנדב! עכשיו תן לי לחשוב. [CLEARS THROAT] That's better, sorry about that frackbuncle. Thanks, Google. Where was I? Oh yes, the urochordads. They were thalapating on the noobel

Amy Nubbins, who had raised her hand yet again. "Such torturous paths we course in our transit through life," she stated. And such a nuisance for a five-year-old, I thought. Jimmy

"Sugar in the morning, sugar in the evening, sugar at suppertime..." Harpo played his harp so well you could almost imagine that he was singing with it, even if he was mute.

But what had appeared to be a large glass of water in the gnome's hand turned out to be a small thimbleful for the little boy, so he poured it over the gnome's head in a fit of

That was the pen name of the author of the book now in my hands. I have nebet heat of this author, but he is good.

I am not daddy, but I will tell you that extra oil is always important. You would be foolish of you do that>

for us to share . It was a horror would she really not allow me to keep it . What would I do?

The God's story is for eternity

I said "If I had a nickel for every time" I would have more than just this nickel. Where did all my nickels go? A quick check of my pockets, tells me my dimes and pennies are also

full glory was no thing the man could see and remain the same. He was enthralled. He was lucky though, he had marketable skills and did what needed doing. Her space case majesty wa

some other conveniently sized canned drink or rock or film producer to throw at the monster but I didn't. I had to make due with what I did have; a dead cat. Turns out that is what

don't pass themselves. That happens because of an engine. But does anybody give them a thought except for when they are in trouble? You can bet your fleshbutt Custer does.