In this photo, Sterling is about to: a. chastise a member of the news media. b. reveal for the first time his somewhat darker side. c. do something he’ll later regret. d. blow his Mr. Nice Guy image forever.
If not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
The lions are dandy at this time of year. They’re scouts for the triffid invasion, I fear.
This here rhyme is not about fish. Rather it’s all about making a wish. Oh moon, or sun, or any old star Up there above me, please fix my car. Thanks in advance. I’ll be in the bar.
The man who stepped out of his dream initialed the last page of the commitment papers. Two burly flunkies stepped forward at a nod from the cruel mistress and dragged the man down a long unlit corridor. They flung him into a bare concrete cube of a room and bashed shut the spike laden door. […]