ding-dong-dang ring-rung-rang Luckily, before it continues, our hero finally crawls through the junk to answer: “Good evening. You got the dimes, We'll sell you the rhymes.” “Good evening, Rhyming Dude.” The chilling call sends a clammy ...
... your bedtime.” “Dad, that isso lame.” After his dad had left, Alex pulled his flashlight out from under his pillow, clicked it on, and rereadthe story he'd been working on earlier. ... Also, our hero had thin hair and bad breath.
(short extracts selected) Back in Chapter 16 we gave you a little from the diaries of Jane Bowles. Here are a few snippets from the Tangier diaries of John Hopkins, a contemporary of Jane's. His gossipy diary creates a picture of expat ...
Then, with the genius only an elected official can have, the beloved leader opens his mouth and lets Floss Man leap out. “Whew,” our hero coughs and gasps. “Were those onions you had for lunch, sir?” But the president is too busy to ...
Faber Finds offers this rare book as a tribute not only to Alphonse Allais but also Miles Kington, two great humorists in tandem.
He survived but was very, very unpopular with his Captain and First Sergeant. ... Our hero had been trying to make it home. ... Around about New Year's it has fermented and they eat it with everything and damn the bad breath.
They all let out a cheer, and so did the townsfolk, who had seen the fire and the rescue, and were happy because their homes and ... Three cheers for Bad Breath Bill!” Well, they all hipped and hoorayed! Our hero didn't say nothing.
Have you ever read one of those Alfred Hitchcock or Rod Serling stories where Our Hero is traveling through the ... by the local sheriff or equivalent—someone named Big Bubba Scuzball, who has squinty eyes, bad breath, and a pot belly.
He listened to the Silverstein's, whose generosity would surely be matched by Ahmed-Karim. Bishop O'Leary, loudly, with a left eye on the Colonel, challenged Mr. Young and his two wives — whom he publicly referred to as my wife and her ...
Ecology-Man's turbulent and troublesome tussle with the tyrannically terrible (try tumbling those Ts over your tired tongue without tripping) . . . Toxoid Breath! When we last left our no-preservatives-added good guy, he was about to be ...