The blob enveloped the nuclear warhead and grew.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
She cannot tell lies; he cannot hear truth.
The giant’s fart caused a four day evacuation.
“I can only say ‘I’m sorry’ so often.”
Sports ate my Dad’s brain before the apocalypse.
Like most fat, old guys, leprechauns are cranky.
“Zombies took over last night.” “Awwww, Man. Again?”
“Just so you know, your face’s very punchable.”
She couldn’t comprehend his infidelity until he left.
No matter what, they couldn’t bridge their gap.
The hag always knew she was a princess.
“…a face not even a mother would love.”
The icon bounced oblivious to the user’s anger.
She forgave him even for his flamboyant wardrobe.
His love overcame a nation’s anger and hate.
“What’s the story, Morning Gl—gehhh you’re choking me.”
He dragged her down into his lonely despair.
“The cheese wagon commeth!” “The school bus?” “Nope!”
“We come in peace.” “You’ll leave in pieces.”
The gorilla signed for a cheeseburger and fries.