The sheep-in-wolf’s-clothing realized the error in his plan.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
The car flew into the tree (not accidentally).
My rage was only eclipsed by my three-year-old’s.
She smiled at me …then I farted …loudly.
“I was in the bathroom for the evacuation.”
“Yes, he’s a jerk, but he’s my jerk”
“I wish something was happening behind your eyes.”
“Someone somewhere cares about you. It isn’t me.”
The mole fell in love with the sun.
“You. Drive. Me. Crazy. Isn’t real sign language.”
Each blind man’s characterization offended the whole elephant.
All the fame was outshined by her smile.
“We’re full, Sir.” “Does President Washington agree?” “Yes.”
“I named him Jimmy.” “The velociraptor?” “Jimmy Velociraptor.”
The Tyrannosaurus rancher didn’t survive the first season.
The tiger roared at the Tyrannosaurus, then ran.
“Don’t you pull your punches, Lass.” “I won’t.”
“And that’s what I’d call a space potato.”
“Reentering from orbit isn’t easy for a butterfly.”
The cat’s paw sent her “angry, blowing-off-steam” email.