"Oh your gonna miss me, baby. And I'll be so far away"

"The worst part about getting old," she said, "is forgetting things. Who are you again?" She smiled passively. "I'm James, Gran. Your grandson." He was always so patient with her.

"How did I get here?" She asked herself as she took in the greenery around her. Above her was a sign: "You have one hour to get out of the maze. Don't touch the green walls."

Riddle time........ We are two, we face each other I don't care if you need more clues.

When I opened the door, the smell hit me so hard that I couldn't breath.

One day, Marshinassasin walked the bare bone streets of New York City after it has been plaque by the green virus. After fighting a very hard boss, he got high end knee pads.

The 27th Prophet of Earth liked his beer and pretzels -- but he never had any intention that these should become required sacraments for residents of The One. He watched in dismay

He wouldn't hurt anybody. He couldn't even kill a fly. Which made his job as a Hit Man tricky.

Oh, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. (1) with whipped cream and berries (2) naked (3) naked with whipped cream and berries (4) when you wrinkle you nose like a bunny (5)

There is A crazy girl that likes taking things only from redheads

I lay on a gurney to be wheeled to my appendectomy. Nurse pricked my arm and chatted: "Shot works pronto, so you're disorientated and speak funny. On to your heart surgery!". Chid.

When folding stories, I find it a lot better than drinking on St. Patrick's day. Too many drunks in Andetsdonville, my mum complained. Better to fold storied, she told me whilst

Scuzzy wuzzy was my underwear.

"I-I love you!"

Watson was looking very smart as he walked into the office. He sported a bowler hat and a cane, both of which were in disguise as weapons. "Good day Watson." Said Sherlock. Watson

Terrence looked pale and emaciated as habitués of the VR do. He seemed to pity me for not joining in, but I made enough to keep myself and my cat housed, fed and healthy. My bike w

A little old lady danced on a lonely street corner, chanting "Don't kill the man who paints your house. Don't kill the man who paints your house. Ai-di-di-die di-di-di-die."

In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in Tasmania and our father was a drunk and a

Mackenzie Loomis- More than 10 people a year are killed by vending machines.

4% of lost remotes can be found in the fridge.