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‘ “I won’t let you kill us.” The knight screams over hammer strikes of red lightning.
King Al’Thor ignores him as he consumes the chalice’s power, eyes exploding stars.
Sword drawn, the knight forces each step towards his Lord, buffered by screaming gales.’
Then I get hungry and make a sandwich.
"Shall we say grace before eating?"
"We normally don't. Just start eating. Besides, we're probably more Hindu than Christian."
"Ah, so you offer some to the Gods prior to eating?"
"Uh, no."
"Hm."
"But we do give the Gods a chance to eat anything left after we're done."
family ties
The ideal place to be is a family weekend.
It is not a mountain or a hill it is a personal gathering a manicured affair of family members invited to their shows of opinions.
What more to life then a city full of bright gents and ladies and busy bees of children wondering about their family names looking for a match to catch. familiariaty is what makes humans condescending towards appropriateness. Wild and we are without a shoe nor even a true word to our purse. Lost is an neverland neither free to me or you. Glad that's classified.
"I saw a UFO out back."
"That's nice."
"They wanted to do some diabolical experiment on me, but they said I wasn't good enough."
"Why? I think you'd make a fine, random selection of humanity to work with."
"I told them where you lived."
A blonde and her date were drinking at the bar when his phone rang. She's seen the movies. "Don't answer it!"
"I've got to, baby....Yeah, boss....I'll be...."
She grabbed his phone and dropped it in his beer.
There's a long pause.
Apparently, he hasn't seen the same movies.
A zop went boom-boom with the bing-bong. Zop (who lived at the zoo) took the subway up to cockle-doodle-do. There he found the dawn undressing herself in a beautiful red lingerie...
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Flap went the bong when you clap-clapped. Clap-clapping being the wissssssssssssssssed froooopppppppppppppped biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!
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He sat down.
a superman went:
''phew!i managed to skip that building before it hit me. The twins towers look a doodle next to this.
i am worried now i might bump onto osamas lookalikes the chicos de la kaida and they might just take me for a flying saucer. i better get off quick before another hit takes me all the way to an afghan zombie state and there i might just learn to peak faster then I can creack.''
Sean’s grandma said, “Sure, an’ plantin’ this potato on St. Patrick’s Day’ll be bringin’ ye good luck.”
“I can’t be buryin’ the likes o’ this in the cold ground!” Sean replied. “It’s almost human. Th’ eyes are Irish, and they’re all smilin’!”
When I saw him, the watch on my hand stopped and I said to myself: 'He must be the one.'
''how is a burger to be cooked ladies and gentleman?'' asked the chef.
''toasted on each side?''
replied the mate the one with faint
saint look on his take.
''nay'' said the slay
''more likely to grilled fusion wire under
a still minutes and
shrilled until it
silts.''
''very well'' said the cook
i may just ask
you too to bring
one each next you
time you real.
i was only munching
the wheel
no need to frill''