May 8, 2016
When a jewel is found stabbed into the throat of a famous architect, a city mourns.
When lamplighter Doris Churn wanders unescorted into into a den of thieves and architects, a city mourns.
A city mourns when noted architect Bliss Chatterton goes missing after last being seen leaping from the prow of a gigantic wrestler.
Sex, dreams, and architects, a city mourns.
May 7, 2016
If you’ve got it, you might as well go on ahead and flaunt it.
May 6, 2016
The more show biz she sees, the better Delbert and the farm look.
May 5, 2016
Selected to wear this hat for Cinco de Mayo, the young lady is:
a. picturing what she’ll do to her agent for getting her into this mess.
b. wondering why she didn’t just stay on the farm and marry Delbert.
c. betting her cheeks will go into spasm if she has to hold her smile for much longer.
d. wondering what the hell does a dragon head hat have to do with Cinco de Mayo.
May 2, 2016
After asking his teacher for a hall pass, she gave him a Khyber Pass instead. Thoroughly confused, Dolph Pankett roamed South America for a decade before discovering his true calling. His true calling tended bar in an unreachable saloon on the Atacama Desert. Brenda Furth was his true calling’s name. She gave him 3 ounces of coal and sent him on his way. More than thoroughly confused, he vowed to set up a proper retirement account if the full moon would allow it. The full moon acquiesced, and Dolph Pankett died in luxurious splendor. Coming back to life to make certain his shoes had been properly polished, Dolph was sidetracked by the California Zephyr and placed on display in a dollhouse built near the Hoover Dam. He spent the rest of his lives and several deaths wandering in confusion from room to room. Then he had pancakes. Or were they?
May 1, 2016
Voice over radio: Mayday! Mayday! Can anybody hear me? Mayday!
Voice replying: I hear you. I know it’s the first day of May. Do you know it’s 2 o’ clock in the morning? (angrily switches off radio)
April 30, 2016
A beast turns its gaze skyward too late to see the jet plane pass overhead.
April 29, 2016
Life is like a burned tomato. I’m not sure exactly how, but I believe it to be so.
