He was known variously as a deep thinker, a risk taker, a loser. The kinda guy to pass out on a sea cliff with an empty nitrous balloon in one hand & his underwear in the other.

Hushed Tomes was an organization that agreed with the premise of book burnings but believed the burnings to be a clear violation of book rights. Books can't speak for themselves.

"What do you get when you cross a hot dog, a ball of yarn and a pink flamingo with an ice cream cone and a keyboard?" .... silence. Hmm. Tough crowd.

I woke up, hypnotized by strong, thick nipples

Out-of-work collaborative storytelling characters gazed yearningly through the front window. Alpha Male, Brian the confused mail clerk, Superkick, Dr. Faulk the manosurgeon. X-mas

I read, I folded, I passed. I came, I saw, I kicked some ass!

Dear Abby, I know the grass isn't always greener on the other side, especially on Mars, but some of my Martian friends tell me they are born with a full cosmoconception and a path

She leant her forehead against his shoulder then wiped her tear stained face across his shirt. "I don't want this divorce." "We can't have everything we want, we both know that."

The girl with the red ribbon was driving alone in her car down a dead-end street. She came to to the place on the map marked with an X. Looking out her window,

Mark had been standing at the altar for 45 minutes, but he was willing to give Jess the benefit of the doubt. His "innocent until proven jilty" outlook came back to bite him when

All she could hear was silence, wrapping around like a thick blanket. No, The silence. Silence of space, not able to carry any sound.

I was working late one night at work, when I went to the bathroom I found a stinky man taking a dump with the cubicle door open.

Throckmorton knew that if he were ever to break wind in the echo chamber he would never hear the end of it.

This is the craziest thing I have ever seen in my life.

The marigolds that year came from a darker sea. Goats died, cows shriveled in the field, and potatoes were greener than the hills. Seamus and Eileen stared into their "hope broth",

"Ryan? Ryan are you there?" Only the whispy trail from the last Manchester airport departure disturbed the peaceful sky as an unshaven figure emerged cautiously from a trolley.

"PLYMOUTH COLONY MASSACRED!" the headlines screamed. "ABORIGINAL TRIBES REPUDIATE PROTESTANTISM, CITE DISDAIN FOR LATENT UNITARIANISM! RISIBILITY TOWARDS TRANSCENDENTALISM FEARED!"

The news called it "Death from Above", the tabloids called it "we told you so!", and the fear-mongers called it "we're already dead so let's go crazy and kill each other."

I never understood why chocolatiers mix chocolate with chilies, Is it that they're both from the Americas? The alliteration? Or just an evil plot to ruin two perfect ingredients?

the deep darkness of this room makes the best hero's to shiver to run away like a baby. and what do you expect from a real baby to do that cold breeze on my face it makes the hairs