Mental Health
“There’s no such thing as luck!” he shouted to the rapt audience.
“Then what is it you just ran out of?” asked the panting security guard, as he grabbed the nude intruder’s arm and wrestled him to the ground.
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“There’s no such thing as luck!” he shouted to the rapt audience.
“Then what is it you just ran out of?” asked the panting security guard, as he grabbed the nude intruder’s arm and wrestled him to the ground.
The thousands of crushed mosquitoes littering the room looked like pterodactyl fossils in miniature, limbs and wings splayed against the grungy strata of wall, desk, and chair.
Fool me once, shame on me/
Fool me twice, and I guess we’ll see/
Who has the matches and the gasoline
Robert woke grudgingly. Daylight crept over him like a golden steamroller in neutral on a gentle slope.
Milton Rupert’s life’s work was finally complete: he had painstakingly and lovingly converted all of Shakespeare’s plays into limerick meter.
If there’s a renegade scientist out there who could bring about the extinction of mosquitoes, maybe we should get a kickstarter going.