Tough titty said the kitty when the milk ran dry.

The morning sun sparkled through the trees onto the placid waters, with only a distant mechanical hum and a wafting unsettling aroma giving a suggestion of the activity taking place below the shining surface.

I really hate how itchy this wool sweater is. I wish someone would knit me one made out of pig intestines instead.

Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table, even a tiny fleck of it stops time.

It's like Forest Bathing, but in an eggplant garden, tended to by silent gnomes.

Aaauuuuugh, yelled the kookaburra, seeing the capybara's hand. He lost everything, thanks to a pair of twos.

Our arms sparkled like the stars in the cloudless sky as we gently swept our arms through the warm water of the bioluminescent bay.

He had an ass like a Mandelbrot Set -- if you looked closely at any part of it, you could see infinite smaller, psychedelically swirling asses. I wiped up my drool with a Menger Sponge.