When Father T. opened a drive-thru confessional

When Father T. opened a drive-thru confessional booth at the Collinsville truck stop off I-70, he expected to hear some unusual stories, and this is the topper. All names changed

. "I don't need her to love me or even talk to me," the trucker said, "I just want her back in bed with me where she belongs." "Where is she, my son?" Father T asked. "Well,

that's hard to say. You see-" "You chopped her into pieces & distributed the parts across the country: 2 limbs here, only a torso there?" said Father T eagerly. The trucker sighed.

"Listen, Father T.," the trucker said, "the truth about the torso and parts is close to home." You mean..." said Father T, horrified. "Yes" said the trucker "ask Sister Homunculus

what she did with the rest of the body. I must confess: Sister Homunculus was the mastermind behind this entire situation." "I don't believe you," retorted Father T. The trucker

hat Father T wore said 'Question Everything'. He'd been carefully tracking the entire Homunculus family for the last 18 months and at this point had enough evidence to nail all but

Beings and cats loved hanging out with the queen of the universe. Her husband, Mr. Universe, taught British literature at the university of lakeland. He dressed like Hamlet.

He smelled Danish but we lied and told him Swedish and he was happy for a while until he started to realise it was a lie. Why would he smell Swedish? He was Danish. Was his wife ch

-eating on her all-pastry diet? He shoved her onto the scale. She had lost seven pounds! There were carrots and celery hidden all over the bedroom. It had all been a pack of lies.