“That’s some booty she’s got there,” he drooled. “I’d really like to grab both sides of that and …”
Solar Zorra’s Pity Party
Melvin wondered when it was his turn to party.
“I dreamt one night of a woman digging through one thousand years of turf and finding my name,” he answered.
As Roads Minister I was expected to provide perfect roads.
Not only blouses tore
… his bare chest glistening from the humid night, tiny beads of blood sliding across his pectorals …
The perfect invention
It slices. It dices. With a little extra grunt it purees.
The existence of heroes
Wolverine was licking his knuckles and whimpering
“What happened to your watch?” / “It got caught in the blender."
“Blow winds, crack your cheeks and spout your hurricanoes,” the smart arse in cubicle 22 yelled and laughed.
“My name’s Ruby,” she replied. “Semantics,” he answered.
Too much fabric softener
“Always too much, you’d say. But I like my smalls soft.
If a Cyberman could shrug, then the ten survivors of the last war with the Daleks would have done just that.
The dutiful son
Prickly little bastards, but she loved ‘em.” He showed the man the tiny pin pricks in his fingers.
She scuttled around toadstools and towards the back gate, bending to walk beneath it.