"Ruusunnuppu, what a a... lovely name. What does it mean?"

Daily life in Burgograd was – to put it mildly – somewhat quotidian. Men would snap their newspapers in the dry sunny air of springtime as ladies checked their shapely legs and

Being a TV newsreader might seem like a glam job. In truth I hate it. The mail I get is either all smarmy or down right insulting. For instance, this one from a 25 year old lady,

Mrs. W found him on the steps of her porch. He said his name was Henry and he had nowhere to stay. Mrs. W said he could stay in the 3rd floor of her house, but she didn't tell her

Joe wondered why he was still sitting in the stands as the game entered the 16th inning. Maybe

"I've done it!" Dr. Tinkles exclaimed, holding up a beaker full of neon pink liquid. Dr. Moodle just stared at her for a few seconds, studying the liquid. "Done what? That's just

He went into the kitchen and got out all the fixings for the monster sandwich he called "Life". A baguette, a virginia smoked ham, pickles, beer nuts, left over grilled asparagus,

Rondo pulled up for a jumper right in LeBron's face. As the ball went through the net he smiled and yelled

"Listen to this, you old motherfucker!", John yelled at to the officer. "I built all those goddamn bombs myself! I fixed them up and fine tuned them, fine tuned them for everything

The Obsidian Plinth had found itself in the "homes" of many "wealthy" "owners" and if it had any notion of ownership at all, it owned itself, but more likely it had other notions,

When my friend Caroline asked if I wanted to go see the Three Penny Opera I thought "Wow, what a bargain!". Was I mad when we got to the theatre and found what it really

"I got you in my heart. I got you in my head. Let's make a rendezvous." "Sorry, I'm washing my hair." "No, you don't understand. I got you in my heart. I got you in my head. Let's

twas the night before Christmas? no no just kidding twas the night before valentines day

Aaahhh-bottle of wine. Does it matter if its a screw top or cork? I don't care. Either way wine invokes nightmares. The other evening I was kidnapped by trolls...red wine vs.

Lately I've been stuck imagining what I want to do and what I really think. But instad of being truly introspective, I'm going to blow out and be a little inapproproate! Shame on

OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL AM I EATING?! This. was. everything. wrong. about. Thistown. Thistown angered many men. They couldn't seem to make sense of all of these random changes. One

The sweatshop owner had a point. I couldn't name another country where you could pay a 12 year-old $1/week to

If you look at it, I mean really look, it's obvious that it was photoshopped. That may be my head, but those aren't my hands and I've never

I had enough of it this time. This time I had to stand up for myself

"ITS NOT MY FAULT!" screamed the normally sanguine Samantha as she stormed into the tent and sat down in a huff. Ok, sure, she HAD invited the entire cross-country team