Martin loved words. He never tired of new euphemisms for his snack,his crane,his ho-ho,his little fireman,his pogo stick,his proteinaceous milkshake maker,his pugnacious

Mr. Toad jumped into the prius and

The people who come for answers from the cards must be treated gently. They are usually looking for a way out. I don't stack the deck, I don't make false shuffles, but still

Those that know, know that they know but those that don't know, don't know they don't know.

Let me just start by saying it's not my fault. That dog shouldn't have been there in the first place. And who ordered the chinese food anyway? If you think that I'm going to

The house stood vacant and starving for ages, until one day the Paranormal Hoaxes TV crew came to investigate. Finally! As they clumped about, digestive fluids gurgled in the pipes

Having not given it much previous thought, this latest mass shooting makes me feel

Smurfette was sick and tired of

All unhappy Goth chicks are all alike; happy Goth chicks are happy in their own way.

I had been dreaming of this moment ever since I was a child. Years I had worked to get to where I was to day, and now the moment was finally here. I was finally going to be

Oh hunchback mama please ring my bell some dark and moonless night. I've got a chemistry set and Tesla coils and I'll make you feel

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He thought about his legacy. "Steve?" Bill Gates stood in the doorway. The flowers in his arms made him look weirder. He sheepishly stepped over to the bed, Bill smiled and coffee

Coffee... Mmmmm.... Coffeecoffeecoffeee.... COFFEE! (Where are the beans? Where is my stash? Wherewherewhe...) NO COFFEE! (Quick breath relax, car-keys-door-car-store) MORE COFFEE!

бр. 2 наставак. Сад има 180 карактера. Шта је сад ово?

One night around Thanksgiving, feeling randy and loving life, we removed a motorized shopping cart from schnucks and rode it home. We had plans to Bling it out & painted it Gold.

Gently I wrestled my writhing brother into the rented daimophagus. Many voices clamored; many thumps pummeled the lid as I fastened the latches. From the darkly gleaming wood a hum

A cold feeling of shock gripped me as I stared at the splintered, shattered wood of my front door.

There once was a boy named Johnny he always liked to do

Little elves poured out of the woman's foot. They were coated in Vic's vapor rub and