Your soul is like the souls of a thousand monkeys on crack, all smushed together.

Your soul is like the souls of a thousand monkeys on crack, all smushed together.

Not really a party until someone brings the surprise zombies.

Been chatting much with Jared?" "We often have special moments where I come into a room and he immediately leaves," Kami said. "I treasure those times.

How many fingers am I holding up?" he inquired. Lucille regarded him blearily and said, "Avocado.

Unfortunately, the headlights of the car were bright enough for them to see Mae's outfit quite clearly. "Oh my God," said Nick, and shut his eyes. Jamie gave a small, nervous laugh. "What?" Mae demanded. "Alan told us that we were supposed to dress as we truly are!" "And you felt that what you truly are is a Christmas tree with too much tinsel." Nick grinned. "Huh.

It’s bits of dead cow; don’t ask it to perform miracles.