Steve the Battle Cat lived in New Jersey
Genre: Comedy
He followed her into the darkness on Twitter.
He took her trembling hand, “Where’s the bathroom?”
Surely, Death came for him and his taxes.
“Highest score!”
“Oh?” “For me… not the class.”
The collie sighed. “I wish we herded cats.”
“When can I start?”
“A week past never.”
He wore plaid when everyone else wore stripes
“A hung jury means somethin’ else ‘round here.”
“Some day my prince will come…”
“Not today!”
“Sexy primes” weren’t what he thought they were.
“Hello, Gorgeous!”
“Our donut maker appreciates you too.”
“But I love you!”
“Good for you… friend…”
“You smell terrible!”
“My nose smells just fine!”
“The fall doesn’t kill you, it’s the summer.”
It was homemade but gross. He finished it.
The security guard made her tea party awkward.
She danced on his feet till he complained.
“I won’t take you for granite!”
“You stoned?”
“Behold the portal of wisdom!”
“That’s your phone.”