One day, Sonichu was zapping to the extreme, when the Man in the Pickle Costume suddenly appeared and gave him a great, big hug.

después de un largo camnio por la ladera

el sábado por la tarde, cuando

Sing through a vacuum cleaner hose and play back backwards in a steel drum while passing steam through a radiator. Mix with bridge cable vibrations and whale flatulation sped up

It doesn't matter what you smell like, feel like, look like, taste like, sound like, or act like. While I'm in one of those moods, if you make eye contact, it's

'Do you have any idea how fast you were going?' 'Yeah, it was awesome, right?'

After the accident, he was able to taste music. The Overture from the Flying Dutchman was lime jello. Motorhead's Ace of Spades, burnt grilled cheese.

There is a land where the temperature is always nice, the trees are always green and the flowers always bloom. Everybody is always smiling, which is nice but also quite boring, to

The dictator gathered the propagandists-to-be for his instructions. "Instead of a resume, design a poster that proclaims your superiority over the other candidates. Only one of you

There was a story claimed the "Greatest Story in the World." But when Dr. Bushwhacker revised it, the claim was proven wrong.

So I accidentally discovered King Solomon's Mines, Shangra La, Mu, Lemuria and Atlantis all in one evening while using Google Maps.

On a random summer day back in high school; my best friend and I inserted the keys into my dad's John Deere Riding Lawnmower and chugged the lil' tractor onto the road into traffic

"It's not a TUBAH!" shouted the Austrian botanist. "It's a drupe!"

Father finished off his port & espresso, stretched & yawned, and grasped the table with both hands. "Dinner's over, kids. Now leave Daddy alone. It's folding time."

They call him the 'Child Whisperer'. What he does isn't much different from horse whisperers, although Derek claims to be psychic. He also claims that Child Whispering is a skill

Sixteen cheerleaders stood leering at me. I had miscalculated the timing of their return to the locker room and now had been caught with my pants down and a pair of panties on my

Charlotte was one pissed off butterfly.

When Ida became a vampire, a new problem presented itself:

"If you don't have time to type out a grammatically-correct and properly punctuated story, just don't bother!" I thought aloud to myself as I flipped through a women's magazine.

Why is it that every time I say the word "Alfalfa", everyone looks at me like I