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“Randy? Randy! Are you down there with your model car thing again? For gosh sakes, come up out

The Plaid Sheep was the briefest of ventures into music for George W. Bush during his heady days at

Roland was worried. Yes, the tattoo was lifelike, a work of art, actually - Mongo had done his usual

“He’s got the stuff alright. I saw it in a case in the guest bathroom.”“Okay, we’ll need to stall un

“Condor will be leaving at midnight as planned. If you wish to back out now…”&ldq

Nigel sighed. It was time admit it. This latest plan to bring new customers into the bar was a bollo

The color may have been permanent, but it had been worth it. They were heroes, the real thing. Inter

Then, the Eat-O-Disc is placed in the correct slot − P for pizza, in this case − &

The Plaid Sheep was the briefest of ventures into music for George W. Bush during his heady days at

“Now, pay attention, 007; I shan’t have to explain it to you twice. You’ll exi

Trangor could look no more. Karnonnn, their beloved commander—he the victor of the Battle of T

Xan-dar, Goddess of Burnt Orange, we bring you the sacrifices you requested. A poorly knitted bag ma

“It’s just an artist’s concept.” he pointed at the drawing. “See,

“No it was the George Harrison, I swear! Looked just like him! I showed him our 8 x 10 glossy

“Is he here?”“Shush, I’ll let you know as soon as I–”“

“You see, Mr. Bond, you’re already too late. I already have the nuclear devices in place

“Just picture it, Barbara. You and I, dancing together in front of thousands, maybe millio

Set in sunny California, “Perky Polyester” was the Fortrel Company’s ill-f

That’s it Devin, just keep fumbling with the wine bottle. Just keep yammering about your bond

Launched in 1978, Stirsky and Dutch was RTL Nederland’s first foray into the burgeoning buddy

“No, seriously though. Are you really a chick or just a tall, skinny boy with a bad haircut?&r

“Whaddya think Herb?”“Are you kidding? We’ve got Karpet Kastle breat

So, Mr. Bahnd, we finally know your true identity. Pity. I would have thought a haberdasher a far mo

I am.. not dead? ;v;From Q’s fic A Different Song [x] woah you should read it too!

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