Welcome to Pimp my Meal! with our cheapskate Chef Fats Waller. "Greetings greetings fellow gormandizers. Are you ready to grub-a-dub-dub? Today I pimp up this 2$ mac & cheese meal

If my Great Uncle Wilfred had not died in 1919 of the Spanish Flu in London, he would have lived his life as

Woops. Here we are with two blank lines staring at me and I have no ideas! Hmm. Let's do a story about a twopence. We can begin with that lady who sells birdseed for twopence a bag

Dracula took the night shift at the furniture store. He needed a little money so that he could get HBO.

"Stardate Now. We have engaged the Directionless Drive. Set a course, Ensign Prow." "But Captain, we're already here." Ensign Tarekwa played along, but her mission from Section 31

"Hello, you've reached Jenny Scoops with Jungle Corp International. I'm away at the moment. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as quickly as possible. Thanks." *beep*

I stood on line at the bank, when 3 masked men burst in brandishing uzis. "ON THE FLOOR NOW!" yelled one. That voice...OMG, it's my long lost dad who left us ages ago! I found him!

"PORRT SIYDE! WE GOT A WHALE!" Yelled Phil as the space whale struck our ship and knocked us on course to the asterisk asteroids.

I was in jamaica visiting family. i was having the time of my life. we went all over kingston and saw friends along the way.

Once upon a magical time, there was a young Forest Rascal named Peppermint Rabbit Friend. Peppermint loved nothing more than skipping down the forest trails, singing joyous songs

Journal entry: 5/14/13. Bought some Doritos today. Spicy Nacho. Though about the Cool Ranch. Didn't go for it. Should I have? Can't wait to look back on this in 10 years.

Dear God, please allow my sister's next child to be stillborn so that my family can afford to pay the mortgage this month. If the bank forecloses, we'll be shot by wannabe-Crips, &

I look around in shock. So this was purgatory. Cas and Dean had warned me about this place. They said its far more terrifying then Hell, but I had to come. I had to find the one.

A poet has senses that cannot even be felt, and so in the subtly shifting tenebrae of a white night in Sankt Peterburg, 1895, Andrei wrote, without knowing why: "LET'S ROCK!!!"

I think my robot has OCD.

We grabbed hands and jumped

Jam was heaven. The very gateway into a wonderful world. Jam led me away from my troubles... Was it jam? I do not know. All I knew is that I was here. Happy. Away. From

The white car fiercely driven by Rudy approached the wall dangerously close to the rail and when a shiny flame caught his vision he stop on a

One night a person fell off a ledge.

They were everywhere, behind me, in front, on all sides. a tremor even let me know they were below me. grunting in annoyance, i began to chant the words for a fire cloak spell.