"Cutting isn't enough. Neither is delicately holding a burning flame up against my skin. I want to overdose! I want to do it now!" She screamed at her worried English teacher.

It was a classic example of the age-old question:

He used a sock puppet to pick up beautiful women.

I have Michael Bublé's "Russian Unicorn" stuck in my head.

The corupt old tyrant's head rolled into the town square, the rabble of famished country squires just behind it. Only his right hand man Hvick stood between them & the town well

The every answer other to word the needs riddle to is be hidden moved in to the the riddle’s next answer sentence.

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end rasping out. "It's done. Check postbox 23 in Hamsted."

You see, I live in Derby. The infrastructure's a mess. They still use parking meters. And their town motto is: "Derby: I just don't know what went wrong!" Yeah. It's like that.

"This right here is what you call a Powder Keg." Said stupid Billy. God I couldn't stand him. Everytime we went out we got into trouble. He pointed his .357 at the jet fuel tank

My stubborn independence wasn't safe here. Reality hires too many impetuses of change to plot against me (stimuli, my ex, etc.). I curled up in a box with my cat, Li'l Schrödy, and

though, to be honest, I’ve no idea why…Van Gogh and Renoir wore the old shawls. They had a bottle in brown paper bag between them. They pretended to be drunk old women.

"Well, Grork. We've reached the Badlands. And you know what that means. You can stlll turn back." Grork, gurgled in reply. His way of laughing. I took a step into the swampy mist

They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway. They say there's always magic in the air. But when you're walkin' down that steet and you haven't had enough to eat. TRY MC D'S NEW

She traveled the road as her supreme delight alighted on the prow of a Rolls-Royce motor car to revel in the freshness of the air & the musical sound of her fluttering draperies.

I swear to God, that Tickle-Me Elmo was staring into my soul. He looked at me with his fake, plastic eyes and his mouth open wide. "I'm not ticklish," He kept saying.

I'm a prince, I need no last name. I am a princess indeed I came.

"Today on Mythbusters: We team up with the Ghostbusters to see if Ghosts really do exist! And Adam eats Marshmallows. Lots of Marshmalows.

She shoplifted all the time. It was her "thing." She didn't feel guilty either because she knew that retail was just a hot bed of lies. It was her experience at the GAP that

Dear Diary, I drew that "S" thing on Josh's hand today, but before 7th period, he'd washed it off. Hygiene is totes adorbs! I washed my Josh altar to honor his hygienic ways.

This guide can be used alone as a beginner's handbook. To begin capitalist mediation you must first find a quiet place where you can block out