"I DON'T CARE!" The father yelled for the fifth time. "But dad-" "No Jimmy!" "DADDY I LOVE YOU!" "I DON'T CARE, SON. I. DON'T. CARE." The Swedish sounding man yelled again.

Ninja Pope said "gloria ad populum!" and scaled the wall of the Sistine chapel with his rosary climbing hooks. His intention to replace the rising black smoke signal with

Grandpa carried on, "Back in my day, our good ideas lit torches, not bulbs. I remember when I caught wind of some necromancing scallawags, ooh boy. Ghosts don't like fire, nor do

Lovingly kissing her chelicerae, I looked deep into her compound eyes and began to stroke her opisthosoma, her book gills all aflutter, her tail spine quivering in the night air.

Carol drives a green car.A New Bug on a shade of green that reminds her of lettuce or new grass on a lawn deep down from a childhood memory.She always liked Volkswagens since her

Sigmund Freud boxed the ears of the fantasy-prone

BREAKING NEWS: Cindy Shaffer just stepped out wearing pinstriped black pants, with a bright red top, and the absolute shocker was the chunky faux turquoise pendant around her neck.

"Privet" said the blonde approaching me. I was surprised she thought me russian. Are there so many russian tourists on Goa's beaches, or was it my appearance: loud tropical shirt,

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The inaccurate intolerance reigns throughout the journalist. He is

He yanked the kid by the collar. He let black smoke billow from his tear ducts, "Do I look like I'm kidding?" Two Old Blue Hairs at the next table were staring at them.

So I graduated wizarding school knowing a smattering about potions, hardly a thing about current affairs, and two cantrips, Create Scotch Egg & Ebenezer's Bewildering Rhinoplasty.

This story illustrates how people from all generations, culture, walks of life, and philosophies can come together and compose something coherent. It all started with a stolen line

C3PO realized they were playing hacky-sack with a "Thermal Detonator!"

Finally, he could be himself. He closed the closet door. The walls were lined with astro-turf and he had a hogshead of port wine, and some cheeto's. He saluted his grande

"I have to gross pad stuff, so you might not want to watch me pee this time." said

"You're an "E" away from 'H-O-R-S-E'," Jim said. "Now you have to do a Vince Carter windmill slam with a split landing. If you fail, that sponge cake is mine." A split? Ever since

Finally I had the Harvard degree, the tailored suits, the consulting job, country club pass, the Lexus, & thought I'd arrived in Yuppieland, but then Tom took me on the Metrosexual

There's a man running around in a giant hamster wheel in the Ukrainian entry to the Eurovision Song Contest. Symbolism? The woman from Moldova just ripped her big blond plait off.