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.
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. […]
I’ll wager you wouldn’t ever dare to comment on Sammy’s slicked back hair. He’d go all Irish on your personality and verbally smash you to hapless malady.
When Marcia Henbloom was named CEO of the largest oil corporation in the world, she celebrated thusly.
She didn’t actually throw the frog at the photographer, but she did threaten him with it.
In this photo, young Agatha is reaching into her pocket for: a. sunflower seeds. b. a derringer. c. a set of brass knuckles. d. a frog to hurl at the wretched photographer.
Balthazar Embolism was a tree growing in a woodsy setting. On many afternoons, Winifred Snowe, local crone, would visit the tree’s glade and engage Balthazar in conversation. ‘Oh, Balthy, you would never speak to me again if once you gazed upon my face,’ stated the crone one day. ‘Poff,’ retorted the tree. ‘A friend now […]
The muttering man shuffled along, wringing his hands and smiling his toothless smile. ‘What a wonderful day,’ he said. ‘If all goes well, it will be a date which will live in infamy.’
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