This flower, Spanish Maria, is seriously training to take part in the Miss Blossom Pageant of 2012. Having just emerged from a half hour bout of strenuous exercise in the sauna, she is on her way to plunge into an ice bath, drink a fertilizer shake, and enjoy a twenty minute nap before tackling her […]
TYPICAL LATE PLAYBILL The Amazing Bruno, A Lumberjack and His Log Bradley Kramer, The Belching Chiropractor Mysterio, The Invisible Mime Francis Carmody and His Singing Owl The Swiss Family Knife Sharpeners Marmalade Magic and Millie the Horse Count Bosco’s Operatic Mice The Song Stylings of Sam Beckett
Before descending into the evil woods, the loon paused to pluck up a significant amount of extra courage. The clammy hand of dread caressed the loon’s neck as he followed the path of death. When he came upon the rope of strangulation, the loon wept in terror. His skin turned into baying wolves. OH, THE […]
This is the triffid’s Aunt Harriet. The loon visited her one evening last week and had a long discussion with her about the upcoming triffid takeover of the world. The loon was reassured that he would be allowed to live on as an historically amusing harmless relic. The loon’s sense of well-being was boosted even […]
Loon Resolutions Modify exercise program to non-existence. Paint head a different color every other Thursday. Make something out of nothing. Pour honey on the sneakers of strangers. Party like it’s Wednesday morning. Live more like a giraffe.
effigy – the stock vaudevillian Italian organ grinder recites the alphabet, as in ‘a, b, c, d, e, effigy…’
The triffid’s nephew joined the loon and triffid for a holiday repast featuring vegetarian tacos for the loon and a pair of slaughtered venison for the triffids. The nephew, an advance scout for the invading triffid army from the Andromeda galaxy’s fourth dimension, shared several amusing anecdotes about his travels around the world in search […]
The triffid and the loon hope that every fiber of your being will be infested from here to eternity with heretofore undreamed of happiness and candy and no pithy apples that look good when you buy them but turn out to be total losers.
Santa, alert runner that he is, looks down field before making his cut. He scored on this play and was penalized 15 yards for taunting.
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer made a very tasty snack Oh how the T- Rex loved him, though Rudy didn’t love him back All of the other reindeer fled in panic and dismay They would be snacks for T-Rex on some other holiday
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
