The life of a rock musician interpreter, ain't easy. I've done some tough gigs, I mean Andy McCoy, Dylan, Cobain, and Michael Stipe. Once I misinterpreted Ozzy singing

Little did Mr. Shrieking know, the volume on his T.V. Was set to max when the remote activated the spark to power a loud surprise.

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a blood-curdling shriek that could have shattered plexi-glass invaded our ears,shredding this erotic moment to pieces.She looked down the ally and whispered.

Did I ever tell you about the time a boo tried to bubble on Ms. Watson? It was 1987. Hot, summer, wet, shower. Dean Jenkins had dropped a watermelon on his obdula oblongata

Cold chicken. After the suit, the airlock, the drift across space, the frying of their airlock control & them getting spaced. After all that, all I got is a plate of cold chicken.

I upgraded to a 386 with a micro disk drive, and 1200 baud modem. I was unstoppable.

The park was as quiet as a grave,i was walking after my tuition class, suddenly, my friend from nowhere he stood in front of me.I was panic-stricken.Later he told" don't go this ..

She looked in the closet and found

I was woken up by my fiance, a look of panic on my face. He led me outside and pointed at the sky. I looked up to see that the earth had somehow acquired a second moon. It looked

That or they were being campy. But not in a Sleep-a-way kind of way. More like Elm Street on Crystal Lake where I saw what you did. I know you like scary movies & you fingerbanged

Why'd the Chinese spend research funds to determine the winning strategy for rock, paper scissors? When U.N. resolution 69/3 for conflict resolution was passed, better known as the

"You want me to... what?!" "It'll be fine, Dave does it the whole time." "His crazy relatives die all the time?" "... you know, legal stuff." Great-aunt Galdys was "eccentric".

Mother always said "Don't play with your food" but this is a matter of life & death. But to complete the magic I need a ripe mango. Where in this carnage will I find exotic fruit?

Agnes Faulks laid her dingo to rest on the Salisbury Plain. It was just a dingo, unspecial to most, but it was her dingo and he knew her name. Their private moment was interrupted

Here I am again following him on a sunday morning. As he goes down the street wind blows his long curly hair. He turns right on the White River Avenue and sees Bob, they enter....

Was there a way out? The tunnel seemed to go on forever. The wolf sniffed anxiously at a pile of logs left abandoned on the tiled floor. It wanted

Spandarg pulsed his lemons. He loved to pulse the lemons. Loved it like a man loves his ghost. He pulsed them until they could take no more, and then he

They call me Dirk and I call them bastards. All of them. If hate was metal, they'd be in chains right now. My thoughts alone could boil the flesh off their bones.