This story is 90% true. Before going to the altar, Joe did everything he could to prepare for his marriage.
Guessing he saw an ad for this on his FaceBook feed? There once was a hello named Phil, Who took
That never-ending Zoom, Was filling Jo’s workday with gloom. She was filled with despair, Wondering why she was there, and
Don’t mock owls, especially if you are lower on the food chain. There once was a featherless owl. Who was
If an unverified internet source, Suggests you enroll in a course. This must be ignored, Or you will be floored,
“Samantha, please unlock the door,” Karen repeated, raising her voice slightly so Samantha could hear.
“I’m sorry, Karen,” Samantha answered. “But I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
Osa didn’t understand Human the way that Tango did, but she knew a few words here and there.
For instance, she knew “¡Osa Mala!” meant “You have sinned against the gods”.
“¡No coma eso!” was what Juan usually shouted before prying her mouth open. It probably meant “You must offer me a piece of your food in reparation for this sin.”
The food gods were called Juan and Kimberly Rodriguez. They were benevolent gods. At least Osa thought so. Osa was
An octopus scurried over the sandy sea bottom. She was deep in thought, wondering if such a thing as free
There are three things every fairy needs to remember when trying to help a human: Stepmothers are always evil. Marriage