“Zombies are helpless against my web development skills.”
Genre: Comedy
“I have no idea what to say.”
“Typical.”
“Here’s my autobiography!”
“You’re seven.”
“What a ride!”
“Ninja vs. Clown. Who’d win?”
“Scary over stealth.”
The Which gobbled up the What and Why.
“Seriously. No one’d mess with guard flamingoes.”
“Seriously?”
“I have but one speech to give”
“Thankfully.”
The cheetah played it straight. The weasel didn’t.
Even hipster soap couldn’t wash away the stain.
He shouted his way into a mental institution.
Flash hung up his trench coat for good.
“It’s called Dancing with the Star Wars!”
“Oh…”
Her world crashed along with her internet connection.
“You don’t listen to me.”
“That’s lovely, dear.”
“This’s Edward, Edmond, Edgar, and—”
“Edwina?”
“No. Sheryl.”
“I write six word stories.”“That’s five words.”
He danced as long as she kept shooting.
She worshiped him. He didn’t know her name.
“Havin’ brains don’t mean I use ‘em much.”
“I love Twinkies!”
“They don’t love you back.”