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They're the worst bees. I bet they don't pollinate or make honey or defend the queen they just fly around stinging shit. Nightmare bees, deadbeats, let's all just get together and

At yet another funeral for Holmes, some grimy urchin, far from its squalid ward, addressed me. "My dear Watson, it seems I am become to some extent an hermaphrodite." Astonished, I

I don't go to the casino to gamble, I go to drink. In peace. Nowhere else in this fuckhole of a city can you get peace at 3.30am. I drink. And I think. Some of my best thoughts

The thing about my job is that, most of the time, you start with a reasonably ethical motives, but end with unreasonably unethical outcomes. That's the problem when you

"Come with me," he said, staring into my eyes as he offered his hand through the open door, "Please... I'm begging you to come with me." I wanted to come with, I really did but

Throw the cheese! Classic youtube. Unfortunately it was also the best defense against the cowboys from outer space that a 11 year old could think of while

It was only when Chao Dao, the accidental AI of China, began to laugh as it batted away the attempts of the Shaolin monks and Overmind Resistance to get inside its mind that it rea

OMG... I just woke up in a room full of naked people. That's the third time this week it's happened. Then there was the cheesy fry incident. Clearly the LSD was beginnning to ta

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i was very tired after school as i was returning home i saw a skeleton walking past me with a cigarette on his mouth,while smoking and smiling at me.i was surprised that...........

I was tending bar at Mel Cooley's when Alan Brady sat down and ordered a Buddy Sorrell on the rocks, but I screwed up and served him a Sally Rogers straight up, and he got pissed

The creature's name was Despair but everybody in the neighborhood called her Felicia. They treated her like any other around the way girl. They didn't want her around unless they w

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The lunchroom was full of pissants that hated me. They objected to my warming my lunch, usually sardines, in the microwave oven. The found fault with the fact that i urinated where

Noone would have thought that anything special would happen on that particular Tuesday, let alone Boris. He caught the bus for work as usual, little realising that he would never

I think I write about food a bit too much.

I shivered and drew in sharp breath as the cold hit my face, and I ran to the pickup. The cold seeped deep into my bones. It's day like these that I want to hunker down at home.

It started in mud, as many things do. A blubbering, steaming, stench escaped from there. And that's not all.

The Starchild knew eternity. He knew every aspect, every frustrating problem with eternity. So he didn't understand why this mortal wanted the eternity. Why does he want pain? Fool