George Orwell is buried up to his waist at the beach because: a. that’s the way he rolled. b. he did everything the fox told him to do. c. he mistakenly thought it would amuse his dog. d. it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Wildflowers tend to gather around this triffid disguised as a tree because it tells such wonderful stories.
1. Prunella Scorn, clothed in bits of hedge, stood before her mirror practicing sneers. 2. Asa Bramble was conflicted as to what to deal with next, the body parts or the snowman. 3. Gentleman Jim Bellflower lowered his head and charged into the mastodon. 4. On a bright sunny morning, David Klim rotated his tires […]
Talmadge groaned. He wasn’t used to climbing the 684 steps to the top. Leaning on the rail, he had to admit the view was spectacular. Had he not admitted it, Cranston’s threat to punch him in the kidney would have been carried out. Cranston herself evidenced not the slightest physical symptoms of the grueling ascent. […]
The answer, my friends, is ‘c’. I’m sure everybody got that one right.
There’s never too much of Brigitte when one realizes that: a. no one could possibly be more attractive wearing triangle dangle earrings. b. no one could possibly be more attractive wearing so many big clunky bracelets. c. no one could possibly be more attractive.
Byron and Herb escort their little sisters to the playground.
There was a man named Mason Jarr. He lived in a rusted touring car. He gave lots of speeches and dined upon leeches and on one occasion a liter of tar.
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