Why, yes...yes, I do believe those pants indeed make you look fat. He smiled then and crossed his arms.

Now, boys and girls, this is to be a nice, clean story, do you hear? No lewd references to body parts, no toilet humor, no crude or sexual words will be tolerated.

Hello? Anybody out there?

Strangely enough, Max Katz never owned a cat, or should I say, a cat never owned him. The cat lady down the street often gave him sharp glances nonetheless. But his interests lay e

Hi, I'm fat and addicted to oxycotin. Strange because most drug people are thin. Not me, no amount of self-abuse stops my addiction. Actually, I'm getting hungry just thinking

I always want to know where i stand with people, but am too shy to find out. So instead i

I got an email from a cousin of an ex dictator in Nigeria who needed a safe place to store 15,000,000 $. I paid the transfer fee, and to my surprise the money was transferred to my

And the dog got his wish. Two opposable thumbs sprouted out of his paws. His eyes shifted left and right. He reached for the refrigerator and...pulled. It worked! The refrigerator

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I had just been promoted to

Dmitri worked his way up from petty trollage to head of an internet crime syndicate with spoofing, skimming, & phishing. Little did the syndicate know "Fat cat" really was a cat

He stroked his facial hair. Flashes popped. The press leaned in. The pause was like a silent avalanche. Then the musician said, "I call it Post-Electric Samba Folk."

This is a death sentence.

Knock knock!

Kim and Dennis passed a sign reading "Joint Security Area PANMUNJOM. Worlds most dangerous golf course. As featured on Sports Illustrated. Par 3. 192 Yards. Danger live mines".

"Don't sit under the ninja tree, with anyone else but me," sang Veronica to herself under the big old oak on Hilliard's farm. The boys around here are so predictable, she thought,

Get on your back. Get your butt up. Now walk like a crab.

"Of course your son has an imaginary friend, why shouldn't he? Don't you tell him about fake people that you insist exist? Santa Claus. Easter Bunny. Tooth Fairy?" The Principal

I bet you're the type of person who skips to the end of a book to see how things turn out.

Why me? What did I do to deserve something like this?

Lee-Lee cursed her PC. The website she had found allowed her to create stories, but not to add on to others' stories, as she had not enables cookies. "What the hell are cookies?"