Cincinnati?! Cincinnati?! What the hell is there to do in Cincinnati? Frank shook his head at Betty in amazement that she so yearned to vacation in such an oddly named city.

"Where to?" asked the taxi driver. He looked back, noticing a burly, armored man wielding a halberd. "Raiders fan?" The man gripped his weapon. He was actually an executioner from

Manuel driving his marine Oldsmobile down the bridge was just trying to get home in Queens when his old friend just gave up on him...He never thought that day would come!

We were at Champs de Mars. The Eiffel Tower spotlight swept across the night sky like a giant eye and stopped, fixing us with its bright beam. The arclike legs were walking towards

I always wanted to name a kid Spock.

It was a classic Catch22. I had contracted Legionnaire's disease at a gentleman's club, but was supposed to have been at the Admiral's Ball. Faced with a Hobson's choice of whether

The recruitment officer stared at me. "A building's on fire, you have to save everyone inside. What are your preferred tactics?" I thought about it. "I like the orange ones. Why?"

He stepped out into the night. The fog swirled. The street lights flickered.

I'd just sat down to breakfast when I felt myself shrinking. I'd been leaning over my frosted wheats when it started, so naturally I found myself naked, 1 inch tall and swimming

Chan Chan exited the alleyway into the street. The glowing outline of the Needle shot up behind the sillhouette of smaller buildings in the ever murky Shanghai skyline. Buildering

Would chocolate be enough to bribe the border control police into letting me cross into Canada?? I had left my passport and ID in my wallet! And God only knew where I had left

Rain fell onto my cheeks, and fell off with the tears. It was at that moment that I just knew that he wouldn't come. Not today, not ever. Why had I ever thought he was going to?

"It's kind of weird, but you can't really help that the disease is going around," said former queen

I woke up next to a cute blonde who was completely unclothed, my clothes scattered all over the floor. I tried remembering what I did last night but all I could think of was

Ohhhh, aye-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di-dee-di! One night I was getting freaky in a tree with my boy named

This is a test of your ability to infer meaning. To 'read between the lines'. What is your conclusion after considering the evidence?

"A simple man, living a simple life" was his motto. And as I pointed out to him every time, "You aren't that simple Brian. You've got that big....

Unmoving, I stared into the mirror contempulating the reflection glaring back at me that was not my own. I shuffled my feet and with this slight movement the relfection...

That ginger had stolen my soul. There was no other explanation for it. I felt only misery & pain. Even though nobody knew how to retrieve a soul from a ginger, I was determined.

He kept his eyes on the prize, just on top of the mantle. "Don't it make my brown eyes blue..." he thought that the song was fitting for the situation but maybe a bit too literal.