Rain puddles. What glorious, gloomy, gloppy ways to celebrate autumn! And *that* one looked like one of the gloppiest best. Sinjohn burst into a sprint, gathering himself to leap

His jeans were tight,his dick hard,and she could feel his excitement on her hand thru the thick blue fabric.She was also throbbing inside her jeans,he knew.Her lips on his neck and

Santa Claus is coming to town, said Herman the Hermit to Alice who was looking at the Looking glass. Alice pretended not to hear so Herman started singing it out loud.

Where those..............Chickens?! At least, that was my mind's attempt of labeling what I saw. They did look like the egg-laying type and had all the necessary bird features. Wh

Asked by Faux News about the likelihood that she’d become a candidate for President, the former Alaska governor and reality TV star said "Let's just say it's not too late for

It was a sweltering August day at the track. I needed Moneymaker to Show to save my month. I also needed to relax so I sparked some doobage. Took a puff and passed it to my grandma

"I am pleased to report that your million-dollar grant did not go to waste. My team and I discovered that dolphins do indeed nap with one eye open." The board members started thro

Monday is the worst day of the week for a good reason. Tuesday follows it. All day Monday you sit and squirm in the horrific knowledge that tomorrow will eventually arrive. If you

I don't know. I've been hitting it pretty hard. She smiled, "Yeah, I know. It can get pretty hard when you're laying it on pretty thick." I couldn't stop staring at the

The witching hour came. The wind howled outside. The rain looked like blood splattering on the window. The manthing sniffed the air. Then continued eating the severed head.

We detected just 1 burrowing owl on-transect, but it is important to reiterate that we avoided walking in areas known by land managers to contain active burrows.

What ... the ... f*ck?!

"In March, there will be a hard frost, followed by plauges of frogs." Madame Zooza glanced between her crystal ball and the laptop. Writing for the Farmer's Almanac was hard work.

Hobbes decided he wanted to kill something. Then Calvin entered the room. And Hobbes

Her idea of a perfect Friday night was making jewellery from fake flowers and candy, cutting the sleeves off of jackets and shortening skirts. Sometimes, she even looked happy.

In a time of ancient gods, warlords, and kings, a man in turmoil cried out for a hero. She was

I remember San Franciso from 19 year's ago. I would walk to work up Pacific Ave, and watch the waking city stretch through the fog and yawn with the unlocking of security gates and

On a moonlit night, stranded on a canoe in the middle of Convict Lake, Wilson had his first full night of sleep since the death of Mr Rodriguez. He had nowhere to go and no need of

There would be many times shitting my pants in front of or in the midst of large crowds, but on Saturday the 28th, 2012, I had the the shit that would lead to my greatest adventure

It was 3:42 AM and the electronics were beeping reminders about game turns and status updates. "Perhaps we should go sleep," he said. She didn't answer as he got up and got a snack