It was never his intention to kill. He hated

It was never his intention to kill. He hated watching the life-force leave their bodies. Turn them into "things." But it was what he did with them after they were dead that really

ran smack-dab into Wanda the tiller. "Now look you," she said, "I don't like you or your kind or what you might do for your amusement. Life is short, but the afterlife

tastes a lot like turkey and jelly sandwiches. So she took out her sword forged of turkey and began to cut the cheese.

"So what do you think?" she asked, licking her tryptophan staff. "Are you sleepy, or do you want another piece of THIS?" and deftly placing the baby swiss between her toes, she

realized that he was asleep. Disappointed, she went to the fridge to put her toe cheese away. He opened his eyes and smirked. "I can't believe the gullible bitch actually thought

I was asleep." he giggled hysterically to his imaginary friend. "Shh! here she comes now." He made loud snoring sounds as his wife turned on her Kindle to 50 Shades of Grey,

But his imaginary friend Christian Grey, began surreptitiously reading over her shoulder & realized his wife's bedtime reading was Grey's diary. Someone had published his diary!??

She kept paging through. "What is this anyway?" she asked her husband, "There are no words in this book!" He knew it was Christian Grey's diary with imaginary words. "Nothing

interesting. I was given a book with grey paper and grey text it is impossible to read. The publisher has blamed the printer & offered a grey audio book to replace to grey on grey"