Six Chix, 5/1/17
The fairies prepare to feast on the bodies of their mortal sisters. Their eyes gleam with hunger, though they hide their savage teeth. They number six in all: could this brood be the Chix themselves? Pray we never learn, nor how the cheese got pink.
Mary Worth, 5/1/17
|Mary:||“Wait, Haiti? Don’t you mean ‘grinding poverty, desperate refugees, crime, AIDS, and cholera?’”|
|Toby:||“No, no, no — it says right here: ‘isolated peninsula, razor-wire fencing, vendor controls, travel restrictions, and an armed private security force.’”|
|Mary:||“Whew, dodged that bullet! Let’s go zip-lining!”|
|Toby:||“Then on to Venezuela!”|
“Our marriage is an abomination, I’m having an affair with the rhinoceros, and get the hell out of my bathroom.”
Pluggers are hard of hearing and delusional.
Sally Forth, 5/1/17
I’m going to spend mine reading Sally Forth. Make some room on that couch.