I was suffering through the worst Writer's

I was suffering through the worst Writer's Block I had ever suffered. I just could not put words into a piece of paper with creative flow. How would I break the Writer's Block?

I grabbed the tennis ball out of my lab's mouth. It was covered in saliva, but I didn't care. I mindlessly threw it against the wall and caught it. My mind trying to latch onto

how Penn & Teller fooled me again. Those guys and their damn slight of hand! Copperfield and Blaine could never do it, but the loudmouth and his silent friend? Every damn time I

am reminded of freakin' Laurel and Hardy, only with quicker fingers and a bent for illusion. Penn and Teller, these damnable bastards of the magic community, begging to "Fool Us!"

would tell you that Almond Joy's got nuts, and I don't know about Penn or Teller. Don't know 'em that well. I just do their laundry. One time I found a shrunken head in Penn's

pants pocket. In Teller's I found a map to a strange island with a giant red x on it. I decided to check it out on my next day off which was tomorrow. Upon arriving on the island,

which was only a hop skip & jump from Easter Island, I noticed the beach strewn with colorful egg shell fragments. Soon enough the reason found me, a palm dropped a giant egg on my

bacon. I had just brought it home. Luckily, the egg had not broken. My dining room table was though. My bacon did not look fight ready so I panned it over medium heat for 3 minutes

And it screamed bloody murder. It splattered me and my clothes with blood. Blimey! Breakfast was eventually served and no one would touch the bacon except my squidling. I was burnt