The dog went and fetched the nuclear codes.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
The cowboy, the knight, and Bob were confused.
The speckled mare ran away with his heart.
He couldn’t run from problems so he walked.
The color king welcomed gray into his kingdom.
“Arthur, thou shouldst have specified a rectangular table.”
The bakery closed over a misunderstanding of “dozen.”
George threw his scraps to the zombie moochers.
Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Zombie!
The zombies watched tv and rotted their brains.
The dragon swallowed the dog. It kept barking.
The dog barked at the dragon quite ineffectually.
He slept through his alarm and his wedding.
He feared the worst of fifth grade terrors.
Robin Hood actually preferred blue jays and t-shirts.
The aliens smiled. “Friends!” (Their word for “dinner.”)
“Hey Stranger, going my way?” “Aaaaaah! Stranger Danger!”
“Mom! Want to buy a mostly used car?”
The man screamed and screamed for his Mommy.
The magician’s sober wife made his keys disappear.