A sudden adrenaline rush filled my very soul, when, as I stared outside my window, I saw a little old lady get robbed by a gang of douchebags. I grabbed my spandex costume and whip

She watched the purple mist rise off the trees and wondered how long the rock where she squatted would hold. She slowly reached a tentacle out, thinking, "Well, at least it isn't

Working at the factory was always hard, especially when the boss showed up unexpectedly and caught all of us Oompa Loompas making vanilla rivers instead of chocolate ones... so we

Blanche wasn't one of those little old ladies who didn't know how to drive her Porsche. When the trooper pulled her over

I sighed. Okay, Johnny, I'll tell you one more story before you go to sleep to be sure that you don't have any more nightmares. Here goes. "Once upon a time there was a young boy

"Youse just shots a whole in my Stetson!" The hombre pushed through the bat wing doors. "This woulda cost $69.95 at JC Penny's... retail!...during Crazy Days!"

Charles was poised, ready to strike. Assembled before him were bottles of ink, calligraphy pens, and even a quill or two. Sheets of paper lined the desk. It was finally time to

Stalin was driving down Lincoln after getting coffee and was rear ended by

Pictures stared back at me from the piano. These people were supposed to mean something to me, but so few of them did. One or two I'd give my life for, but the rest were just

So check out this trippy dream I had. I fell asleep with the TV on & there must've been some infomercial playing cause in the dream I'm rubbing a shake-weight with a ShamWow when a

Den ganzen Tag nach interessanten Artikeln zum Thema Lernen, Usability, Social Software gesucht ... zirka 10 mal geärgert, weil genau jene Artikel nicht verfügbar sind und nun

They went out "as friends." He even called "his girl" while they were out. They had not crossed any lines, the whole time. All he could do was think about her naked. When they

I can't say I was surprised. In fact, I seem to have remembered reading about something like this in a novel. Something about clues unfolding one bit at a time

But he didn't care. The Borg could go through its routines. He just wanted his pass and his payment. It's chest opened and he reached for his propulser but

Sally Temple was always so self-conscious about her sixth finger-- or rather, the sixth finger on her left hand; she had eleven total. She even considered cutting it off one day.

There are some days when you simply want people to shut the hell up and marinade in the silence. Charcoal, who the hell knows or cares what her real name is, is droaning on about

I do not know how the studio expected to make money from a film that insults the only audience that will be drawn to watch it.

OK, I’m an “early adopter,” I admit it.

I’ve also been playing with other features of the thing—and am continually amazed at how much it is capable of doing.

The only thing better than cheese, is melted cheese.