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This is my Historia De Un Amor. My name's Hasselhoff - David Hasselhoff and my story is the same as yours but different. It began one steaming night in Old Tunis. The dark eyed

I was going to the bar to meet my friend tom when, i got there i saw a group of alive skeleton playing the drum and playing guitar, the tune was so ghostly that the peoples turn..

In a town much like your own, there lived a young girl named Jody. She was adventurous and always sought out a mystery. However, her biggest mystery was about to knock on her door.

Nick knew something was wrong when he entered his house and saw a stranger sleeping on the floor with only undergarments, which was barely covering his private regions.

I'll never eat Belgian chocolate again.

There's a reason the Tour de France is called the Tour de France. Because it supposed to happen in FRANCE. Not in London on a MONDAY. Oh the gridlock hell of it all. Bloody French.

The museum shuts down. The mummy sits up and yawns.

I've been trapped in my happy place for over a year now. I don't know how much more I can take.

Uncle Bernie knew he didn't have the noggin for a Noble, but figured he could snag an Ig-Noble prize. He showed chicken plucking could be used to measure tornado winds speeds,

Sergeant Lipschitz sat on a stoop, singing Delibes' Flower Duet - well, at least half of it- to himself. Ever since he had caught a showing of "The Hunger" late one night, he had

Smiles! Everyone! Smiles! (quick, hide that behind your back.) A-hem, welcome to the Wonderful Island of [NAME REVOKED BY OHS]! I am your host, [INSERT NAME HERE].

If I knew that I was going to die that day, I wouldn't have gone to school. Then again, I may have gone for the sheer excitement of doing so, if not to spite THEM.

Indoors, indoors, iiiiiinnndoooooorrsss! Take it away penny!

If you want it cleaned right - you gotta roll up your sleeves, dive in and do it yourself. At least that's what my mother always

With hands in the jacket pockets to escape the autumn chill, I walked briskly to the dip in the road. No traffic this morning. Hardly ever is; only the Rosentraders and I live

Marsh supermarkets would sell homogenized milk with caps that said "HOMO" on top. I thought they were hilarious and collected a bunch of them – and kept them for 20 years before I

I'd been a detective 23 years and I was tired, dog tired. Ground in stains on my trenchcoat mapped the sleaze of the city I'd drowned in too long. Deep down I craved to strip off

He was stewing in his Italian Sportscar. He had the leather gloves to prove it. He shifted gears and couldn't get the Russian giant out of his head. He thought of the statue

She sensed that he was alone by the way he stirred his drink, and the huge sky blue vampire cape he'd worn. Nobody'd told him it was a costume party, because it wasn't. This was