and through the sphincter of
his navel, burning the car
seat, seat belt, and left
door, thus opening a gaping
hole to the underworld of
Sigil, into which he stealthily
fell face-first. "My nose!"
he cried as blood spurted
from his now-truncated proboscis. "I
" he gurgled, before he drowned
in the Pool of Inextortable
saliva. The ogress mourned the
end of Britney Spear's marriage
more than her kobold lover's
pitiful demise - after all, he
rare Magic: The Gathering cards
and borrowed her shoes without
putting them back afterwards. Happily
, the ogress was killed by
the annoyed GMBU for being
a fat git without manners.
Her body was found amongst
the castoff refuse of 1,000
non-sequiturs. "How metaphorical", the penguin
in the gaudy vibrantly multicolored
dress and cheesehead hat said,
staring at the slowly putrefying
salad Rosie O'Donnell never ate.
"This sure makes you think
add, about starving dungbeetles in
the endless frozen wastes of
Montgomery Ward stores nationwide. We
penguins have the unfortunate habit
of tangential rambling whilst vulgarly
exposing their scaly feet to
the mouths of leopard seals.
contemplate the nature of cheese, something
badly needed to fart. Later,
before, the penguin had binged
stenchkow dairy products buffet, sponsored
by Taco Bell Restaurants. He
had been especially fascinated by
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