Oh, I'm not a professional stripper. No, I'm just doing this to get through medical school. I just do this for a little extra money. You know...to pay for my books and lab fees.

It was a great beach day in the Pacific Northwest, 80 degrees, not a cloud in the sky. She packed a good book, cheese, smoked oysters, crackers and thermos full of ice and wine. At

The elevator doors slid shut behind Davey, as he perused the panel. '3,2,1,G' it stated reasonably, 'B, SB' sensibly, and then 'SSB, SSSB, Centre of the Earth'. "Gosh!" Davey ejacu

one day lord torettes was just stabbing Russo and stole all his grease to cook his chicken in

The sound of kids laughing and playing in the park pisses me off with envy. The only reminders I have of my childhood are stretch marks, herpes and chronic

This is worth it for the kitty attack.

The gods had been sleeping when Delores got the job at Bean, Bean & Krump.

There he was, sitting on top of the pavement in front of the bus stop..

Although euros have a light hint of cresote, nothing can compare to the smoky aroma of a burning hundred dollar billl.

No one puts my ideas into practice, which is good. I'm sick of perfect ideas being proven wrong by "applications." So, when I say idle things like, "The best way to please women is

It was like looking into an abyss. It radiated by its absence. Your senses would get sucked into the very blackness of nothing. I didn't know a mood ring could get that color.

"Big Willy, get down from there! You could die!" "I'm all right, Momma!" But Big Willy wasn't all right.

They call me Dirk and I call them bastards. All of them. If hate was metal, they'd be in chains right now. My thoughts alone could boil the flesh off their bones.

We didn't think that replacing the shutters on our house would open a portal to the nether realm.

It seemed innocent enough, just type a few words on the fly. A random thought about the day. But who is monitoring these thoughts? Who keeps a file in Washington?

"With fire magic, the latin-y words don't make you catch fire; rather, magic shifts our timeline to one in which you'd happen to catch fire via other means. So you see, Your Honor,

"I ran so far away." He repeats to me quietly. "But where?" I once again inquire. He chuckles. "There." He points far behind me. "And dear, would you believe how glad I am?" I sigh

From my mind, through my fingers, into the CPU via keyboard, across the internet, into your CPU, onto your screen, read by your eyes, and into your mind, comes

King "Buddy" Tut admired the handiwork of his people: the stately cheesecake pyramid he had decreed, with a border of palm fronds and candy crocs. But cheesecake fundamentalists de

"Tea, Earl Grey, hot" Something whirred and clicked within the replicator and a fate scent of elderberries filled the room. A bowl of plomeek soup appeared, the ten raktajinos in