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Astroguyz wrote:The pancakes attained sentience. Bill shook his fist at the charred landscape. “You blew it up, you damn dirty Crêpes!”

Most excellent!!

tbaker2500 wrote:Don't know what you're talking about, ep 3 is out.

Where's the link? It's not here-

http://www.drabblecast.org/category/meg ... ath-match/

EDIT: OK, I managed to get it off of Itunes, but it's not showing up on the DC site yet. (Unless I'm just completely blind.)

Beth Peters wrote:
Still waiting for the podcaaaaasssttt...

Agreed!! I thought the 3rd one was out, actually, because on the main DC page under the Genres heading (on the right side) it says (3) after Mega-Beast Death Match. When you click the link there's still just two, though.

A poetic twabble. Nothing to do with 'til death do us part', I'm afraid, but nevertheless- A monster lives under my bed. And every night I pray, that the creature will just go away. And by morning I will not be dead. The idea of night prayer going back to childhood is interesting to think about. Yo...

A poetic twabble. Nothing to do with 'til death do us part', I'm afraid, but nevertheless-

A monster lives under my bed.
And every night I pray,
that it will just lumber away.
And in the morning I won't wake up dead.

LOL!!! That's why you have to get one of those fuzzy, absorbent toilet seat covers. You just thought they were decorative, didn't you?

strawman wrote:Rush was right about one thing. There needs to be a PMS Brigade.

Wouldn't need one if you could just keep the lid down.

Annette dropped the bloody knife at last and shook her head. "I told you I'd kill you if you left the toilet seat up again."

StalinSays wrote:Norm has to sleep at some point, despite his numerous gene treatments and chemical cocktails.

Those chemical cocktails would probably be more effective if they weren't alcoholic in nature.

I stopped reading Supper-man. It was pretty cool when he ate Lex Luther whole, but after he got lipo I just lost interest. Groan... Boo... Hiss... You so nailed DC comics :-) :twisted: It's amazing how one letter changes everything, isn't it? Just file this one under superheroes that should never e...

I stopped reading Supper-man. It was pretty cool when he ate Lex Luther whole, but after he got lipo I just lost interest.

My body was dying. Starting the transfer to a new one, I reminded myself “Today is the first day of the last of your lives.” I love this one. It's a little bit Doctor Who, a little bit 'The Hidden', with a little Body Snatchers thrown in for good measure. And a little bit, fluffy the kitty cat. :-)...

Bo's resume was handed back to him. "I'm sorry, sir. Job opportunities for spontaneous self-immolation are limited."

Farseeker wrote:My body was dying. Starting the transfer to a new one, I reminded myself “Today is the first day of the last of your lives.”

I love this one. It's a little bit Doctor Who, a little bit 'The Hidden', with a little Body Snatchers thrown in for good measure.

Travelin Corpse Feet wrote:Day nine. I eat old peanuts and cracker jacks under the bleachers. I meant it when I said "I don't care if I never get back."

BWA-HA-HA! Most excellent!

Ascii King wrote:A most disturbing vision gazes wetly from the dining table. My ramen has been defiled. Waiter, there's an eye in my soup.

Heh heh - I like this one. It kind of reminds me of my college days... (The ramen, that is - not the eyeball.)

"There are no monsters in the closet. Dad said so!"

Something hissed in the dark, and the boy froze.

"I'm under your bed."

strawman wrote:I don't understand. Why are you calling the international symbol for "wink" a semicolon?

*snerk* You win the 'made me spit out my drink' award.

My new tagline:

Every time I see an apostrophe, I cry a little too. :'(

ROU Killing Time wrote: I like this guy (gal?). (I think he wrote an awesome twabble too...)

Post more, dude. (dudette?) can't really tell from the angle of the avatar.

Oh wow, thank you! I've been going through a bit of a creative dry spell, so that means a lot. And yeah, I'm a dudette.

"That's the trouble with hell," Satan griped as he threw another maid into the pit. "It's impossible to find good help."