Having defeated the zombie uprising, the ghouls were now suing in federal court for freer access to the nation’s cemeteries.
from Toothpicks After Dark, by Jeremy Jeremiazocket
“Do I need to nail every puppy to the barn, or just the ones who sound like whimpering demons?” asked Jessica around the nails in her mouth.
from Jessica of Willowsnips, by Sally Ann Kittycuddle
“Forget it, Marge, I’m not letting you adopt an ungrammatical horse,” said Nelson.
from Mr. Bob, the Badly Talking Horse, by Wilberrrrr Hutchinsuchin
“There is a certain type of publisher which insists on classifying anything with a teen protagonist as young adult,” thought thirteen year old Buck Stitt as he absent-mindedly buggered his Aunt Clara.
from Fifty Shades of Buck, by Jerry X. Pedience
Charlotte liked nothing better than to walk about naked in the mausoleum eating boiled eggs and drinking Carlsberg beer, ripping off a random fart against the cold marble of Uncle Fred’s sarcophagus.
from Charlotte’s Web Site by E. B. White