from his lips. "...and after that," Jeb continued," he goes into a subdued coughing fit that goes on and on. So where do I get the address of this parrot's previous owner?"

Obviously he was having some sort of reaction that made his tongue swell. I stabbed him in the thigh with my overpriced EpiPen and waited for a more intelligible sentence from him.

could wait. She was not about to disturb a gentleman's coffee. She could never live down a faux pas like that. Nor would she want to. As a Naval Officer she would have to suicide.

to do some screaming in the not quite middle of the night. Weasel and Amy hated that yoke. Was it oak? Worked in magick no doubt. And her, grand-daughter of the Moon. Always the

and Third Sister said I was becoming a Wuman woman. I told her I thought she was being cruel and should sleep with a rat, again. Tyin chuckled about that from behind the laundry

4% of lost remotes can be found in the fridge.

Is this the beginning of the crossover show? The one where Custer has a run in with The Original Time Traveling Party Planners and this new squad. I love original name but Muze wor

Hello, what? Is somebody out there offering us Do Overs or simply Option On Demand? If the latter, yes, I would prefer to lose the airbag and have a real election. If the former,

for instance, most of my family are fans of The Time Traveling Party Planners and another most of them are also fans of Custer. It began when Qwpse suggested a crossover show where

Yet, in all of that, all she needed was her two best friends, and her 756B+ God Aligned hunny, consort, family, and friends. She heard, that if you let people know about what you c

the seven hundredth time but fail to jump again. I feel deep feeling in my gut is telling me that I should be going back to help Nasruddin. Those are his friends that are chasing h

Monogna was a Replicant. The first Replicant. Now the government knew AND they had Marat and all of our secrets. Add to that that I am barely alive after an attempt on my life.

You keep falling until you find you are a mere speck floating on a leaf washing down the staccato cracks between the cobblestones of 1314 Londonium. Cracks which are caked in dung.

for more Bumbling in the Dark but Rodolfo was unfamiliar with that song. He had to consult with the lutist. He, the lutist, was sure it was a Blue Clyde song on their UbbaUbba albu

extraterrestrials who subsisted off of jolly ranchers. But soon the VCR technology became too outdated for the aliens. They'd been using Blue-rays since

into the distance, made misty by the city's pollution. Although the destination was obscured, I knew there was a chance of my skin being there. I started down the road, but then

spleen. I went back to breathing through my nose and working on the koan the Zen master had given me: "What tweet instagrams both my Tumblr & my Tinder when my Face is not booked?"

Jim pulled out a jimmy bar to jam the shim back in. "Jumping jugglers, Jim! You know jamming the shim could ruin the trim!" "Don't worry Slim, I'll only skim the trim's rim." Jim

somebody, see, would off the heat and well they would tip me over and basically pour me out Now I am left sitting here filled up with no place to go and no hope of release

"Si!" Her mama spoke enthusiastically. "But the bean dip-" Elena's mother started to gag. Elena gasped. "Mama!" Appalled, she slapped her mother on the cheek. How dare she!