February 8, 2013
Yes, that was quite the vision there with the writhing ghouls and Lincoln and all. The prankster who added the potent hallucinogen to Harold’s cup of tea remains to this day unidentified. Not unknown, but unidentified. Just sayin’.
February 7, 2013
Harold just saw: a. an honest politician. b. the future. c. Fatty Arbuckle taking a steam in the sauna. d. a witch waltzing with the ghost of Abraham Lincoln on a lake of writhing ghouls.
February 6, 2013
You dasn’t dare pick the pink etheria Its enveloping aura can cause hysteria So be off as fast as your legs can carry ya Or we’ll be stuck with the task of having to bury ya
February 5, 2013
If you see something as gaudy as this, resist the urge to lean down for a closer look. Should you do so, I fear for your face. For you see, lurking under that happy facade of floral fakery is Brutal Slime, the face-eating triffid, a plant shunned with very good reason by all other triffidia.
February 3, 2013
Loon: So, the Lords of the 4th Dimension have seen fit to deliver another olden days ghost I’ve never even heard of. I’ll do my best to ask 3 good questions. I see by your outfit, Charlotte Bronte, that you aren’t a cowboy. Just a little joke. Seriously though, am I right in assuming that […]
February 2, 2013
His blued feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck. Folks, that’s what a fragment of genius looks like all wrote down particular.
February 1, 2013
Girlfriend could spell, yo. Just sayin’.