His tombstone read "Here lies James, who died during the great stickleback massacre of 1986. RIP".

Nary a visitor to the gorilla cage would smile at CoCo. She just sat despondent until one day

There was an old man who is known to resolve any problem. One day a girl went to the old man and asked for a piece of advice about

Snowzilla crashed through the streets of NYC giving the scrambled air force jets a cold blast of his cryobreath as they strafed his massive shoulders.

The needle probed a vein, popped it. She sighed, her toes curling on the filthy mattress. Ever since sandmen, dream entradistas, brought back the stuff, the world lay in a stupor.

I'm the worst procrastinator. At my wedding, I sent an sms to say "We're through" to my Ex just before I said "I do" to my Fiance. The others at the PA meeting weren't impressed.

Happy, Sneezy, Grouchy, Dopey, Sleepy, Bashful & Doc

He rolled over thinking she was talking in her sleep. No, she was quietly dreaming. He looked at her for a minute, never thinking he'd have a love so deep and real. She was fake

Stacy and Joe decided to have their honeymoon in a McDonald's Play Place. The narrow crawl tunnels were romantic. The catering was succulent. But the ball pit was contaminated with

But he couldn't tolerate this crap acting anymore. He was a God. They were, well twits. He walked over to the craft services table and decided to eat his feelings. He hated

His best guess was that they were five hundred yards away. The binoculars confirmed it. He had to admit to being surprised at this irrelevance when they started moving light speed.

Im cumming honey he said after dropping his tools in the garage. Jim walked into the kitchen and yelled, "How the f*ck am I supposed to do anything woman with you interrupting me?

I wish there was a way to get rid of this curse. The mark that burns in my blood marks me as a Son of Adam - one of the accursed.

I stand there just taking everything in. "Wow! My old place on Alice Street didn't have a living room like this," I mutter to myself. I will be moved in next Saturday. Finally.

Bess Bavout was having no end of trouble getting her daughter Oona admitted to Mrs. Twatweiler's Kennel for Young Girls. The boarding fees settled, Oona now objected to the menus.

He wrapped her head in syran wrap. The chains kept her legs and arms to the bed. He watched her eyes. When they started to droop, he opened a mouth hole. He resuscitated her. She

She adjusted the water bottles. Straightening the Odwalla juices was a constant headache. When she restacked the premade sandwiches she stopped. In the case was a bloody finger

I recoiled from myself. I fled down dark alleys with dimly sputtering exit signs and dead ends at every turn. I couldn't run far and fast enough, but to my greater horror, wherever

Car lots and used car lots as business models had been beaten to death. I found an empty field and opened a potential car lot. I was offering irresistible deals on 2018 Buicks and

I chopped apples, put them into a dish. Flicked off some sliced slug (organic!), slapped on some pastry. In the oven for a random amount of minutes. I am a Domestic bloody Goddess