His fumbled apology made his terrible crimes worse.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
Her miniskirt didn’t cover a multitude of wrongs.
He wasn’t the hero he claimed to be.
The spaceship Destiny could not find its destination.
Frankenstein left his arms at the gun range.
Vampires sucked the life out of the party
Time pirates always fit in on September 19th.
The time pirate said, “Hand over yer timekeepers.”
He loves. She loves. We love. You hate.
“I know you are but what’m I?” “Copycat.”
“Immature.” “I know you are but what’m I?”
Andy Aardvark added ample alliterative ailments almost always.
The sloth/turtle/snail race hasn’t ended yet.
“You missed that Pirate joke.”
“ARRRRRe you sure?”
He also believed in the god of candy.
He fully believed in the god of war.
He couldn’t believe in the god of peace.
“Just five more minutes,” Rip Van Winkle said.
She fought with her secretary over petty cash.
The prince found Rip Van Winkle sleeping beautifully.