The barmaid exclaimed "If you don't shut

The barmaid exclaimed "If you don't shut the hell up i'm going to bust you in the mouth." He gazed at her breasts longingly and couldn't help himself. "Which One!" The Ambulance

Siren contained a hidden plasma red laser installed by MI:6 which ignited and sliced the top of the barmaid's skull like a samurai sword through a grapefruit. Her smouldering foreh

ead slumped forward and Bijwar scooped out some brain with a papadam and tasted it, "This is quite scrumptious it is". Asaif & the rest of the Naxalist Commandos made for the exit

which was still obscured by the fallen, flaming beams. Chibale, their young ward and newest member, sprinted for the obstacle but Gyasi put his arm out to stop him. "Chibby! No!"

Gyasi's hand came out too suddenly and whacked Chibale in the face. The midget fell backwards even as the momentum of his legs carried his entire body forwards into the flames.

As Chibale burned, Gyasi smirked at his cleverness. It had been a long time since his last victory, and even it was against a midget, it was nonetheless a victory. He headed back

chapped armpits and flaky ankles. He also had been told that conditioning his hair with French's yellow mustard would add shine and volume, but he found that it also attracted

Oscar Meyer's wife, who hungrily stalked him day & night. Marta was her name and hot dogs was her game. She followed him relentlessly, sniffing his mustard hair & salivating.

She got her chance to realize her visions of "fooding him" one day. He was bent over, trying to get the barbecue to catch. He never knew what hit him. It was a cleaver