dec 25 in idea barrages

A story of a gnome paladin that rides Cerberus as a mount called “Three-Dog Knight”.

Actually, the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing folks that Bob Dylan wasn’t behind the entire Soy Bomb thing. C’mon. Of course he knew.

You will be selling German food just off the highway. You will put up signs: “Next Exit: A Turn For The Wurst”.

Sweet-and-spicy pastries. Synonym buns.

Penguins: nature’s tiny butlers.

Whatever your opinion on J.K. Rowling, you gotta admit, there’s a hell of a weird dissonance to the fact that she’s doing all this through a male pen name.

If I had to lay out the perfect image of ennui, it would be of a kitten slowly perfunctorily joylessly batting at a toilet paper roll, finding nothing in what once was a riot of pleasure, yet nonetheless attempting to go through the motions.

The tithes went largely not to charity or even the church but rather a series of preacher comforts.