Grandpa knew recipes for space whiskey.

Teleported as two. Arrvied as one.

For sale: space baby shoes, unworn.

Mommy, why won't I stay dead?

Google Translate does not handle Klingon.

saw “nuke delaware” in her dayplanner

My violin doubles as a weapon

new website: dating by electron spin

they had come for our foreskins.

I stumbled upon God too late.

My fate was sold on eBay.

“I’ll miss you,” my amygdala flared.

Butt butt butt, butt butt butt.

The Grim Reaper has complimentary peanuts.

I am your future. Stop crying.

And then the house smiled. Slowly.

Tomorrow has been canceled.
- The Management