Old, stray twits

[Chivalrybean]

Mel looked at the stuffed squid from Ikea and smiled. Her parents bought it for her. Dad Let's name it Norm. Mom: Sherman?

[CLP]

The moral of the story is never travel the dark side of Gliese 581c on foot. They can smell you and they are faster than you.

[Mr. Tweedy]

Ga! Space lawyers! What a horrible concept.

[strawman]

This is so far over my head that if it poops, the poop will freeze before it hits the ground.

[ROU Killing Time]

Can there be a more obvious name for a stuffed squid? Methinks not.

Shouldn't Dad have a colon after it, or what there just not enough room in the tight confines to allow for that?

[loser018]

“I gotta’ find a better job” thought the beaten up henchmen.

[loser018]

sorry but I really wanted to post this and I don't know how to use twitter. Sorry.

[ROU Killing Time]

just post it on the 5000 page Twit-Fic thread... The one with 4000 pages of twit-fics by Algernon Sydney is Dead.

[Mr. Tweedy]

Yup. (This thread is locked for redundancy.)

[flyawaybefree]

“I’m trying to think!” Millie moaned.

“If you have to make that face, you must be stupid,” her brother retorted. “You look like you’re in pain just from the effort.”

“I… I…” the powers of speech were lost to her as her face turned red, then purple. Her eyes began to bug out, showing far too much white.

“Stop thinking, Millie!” He cried in desperation.

But it was too late, as her head swelled like a gory balloon, veins popping, blood pouring down her face until the pressure of thought became too great and her brain splattered against the walls.

[strawman]

Good thing thoughts aren't carbonated.

[flyawaybefree]

oops- this should be in the drabbles- I'm reposting it there.