“Thethuthothethar and Khakhokhekhokham stared each other down, swords at the ready, fists clenched around the hilts, breaths coming in white clouds as their feet slowly drew arcs in the newly fallen snow. The white would soon turn red.”
Yeah, “th” is cool and “kh” … but no. Nope. Nay. Not even the Aztecs!
“Where did the ax murderer go?”
“He went out to do some chopping…”
“A pinch of salt… isn’t that a bit inexact?”
“Yes, and on purpose too… so you’ll give up the exact science and use your taste buds to figure out how much salt you need instead…”
“The currency of my fantasy world is the Elf Dollar. It can be divided into Elf Cents…”
“Elf scent? Who’d pay to sniff an elf?”
Stay back! Or I will devastate you with my Nun-Tacos!
I was pissed with my neighbors for playing insanely loud music at all hours. The only mitigating factor was that it usually only lasted for about an hour. Then one day, they didn’t play music and I realized that 1) they’d probably had sex during all those previous incidents and 2) they are probably some kind of werewolves…
I’m still waiting for someone to invent the jogging pill!
It will totally revolutionize public health!
I claim there’s a lot of packaging out there that’s been designed by idiots… however, I’m willing to accept if those idiots claim that the problem with the packaging is that it was opened by an idiot…