That's it, said Cavuto. You're too much of a nerd to be gay. I'm contacting the committee. They'll revoke your rainbow flag and you will not be permitted anywhere near the parade.
Splendid, said the Emperor, without a hint of sarcasm. I believe we’ve achieved a new level of doomed. Y
Sometimes this high-tech world calls for low-tech solutions.
She could hear wisps of fog brushing against the buildings like wet velvet.
Oh yes, I kept all of the abominations at bay while Kaliel played with his favorite sheep behind the bushes.
Mr. Asher, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. No, ma’am, I’m going to have to insist that you pass away, this instant. You’re overdue.
Minty Fresh made a motion with his hands of leveling, as if he were smoothing an imaginary tablecloth of calm over a counter constructed of contemporary freak-out.
Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell.
La febbre aveva catapultato Tucker Case in un sogno nel quale veniva gettato in mezzo a grandi onde elastiche di demoni dalle ali di pipistrello - sbriciolato, soffocato, morso e graffiato - e là, nel...
I’m Asian. She wasn’t Asian, but there would be a metric fuckload of Asian girls on the bridge for him to think were her. Ten minutes. Don’t jump, okay?
It’s as if Joshua springs forth full grown from the head of Zeus. (Okay, bad metaphor, but you know what I mean.)
It kept him from reaching that place that he hit so, so often in his life, the mind-bending, sob-inducing limit where he said to himself, I just cannot endure any more motherfucking death. No more! Or...
Is it the fault of a girl bright with the light of romance that she falls in love with a rascal? Is the love any less pure? Any less heartfelt? Any less painful when lost?
IKEA, chanted the dead. First we feast, then IKEA. First we feast, then IKEA.
I would not have Drool reading Cicero or crafting clever riddles, but under my tutelage he had become more than fair at tumbling and juggling, could belch a song, and was, at court, at least as entert...
I have followed my penis into helland returned with the story.
I accidentally shagged a monk last night. Sometimes, in times of crisis, that shit cannot be avoided.
His words were: hello, good-bye, yes, no, please, thank you, okay, sorry, and suck my dick. He
He had tapped into the Zen of ignorance, the enlightenment of absurdity.
He had a plan—and a bus pass with four more days left on it—so this son of a bitch had picked the wrong guy to fuck with.