A Note Regarding the Employee Suggestion Box and the Mothman in the Break Room
When life gives lemons, make sure to offer those to the Mothman in hopes the tart treat will placate his impulsive desires.
When life gives lemons, make sure to offer those to the Mothman in hopes the tart treat will placate his impulsive desires.
I understand your concern about a Victorian doll covered in real ashes from a 200-year-old fireplace watching you as you sleep.
My shadow grows long on the playa, striking fear into the hearts of those who dare utter “Missy Elliot is kinda mid.”
Now I can finally spend my days hoping the night creature I hear stalking through the forest doesn’t take a liking to my warmth.
I have discovered that which can destroy you! Your name, demon! And I know your name… uh… man.
Someone or something begins to rattle the door back and forth as if trying to force it open. Suddenly, it stops.
Imagine my horror as I watched Mario and Luigi stuff their pockets without a moment’s thought for their fellow trick-or-treater.
You’re young, your hormones are raging. All you want to do is figure out what the shadowy figure following you through mirrors is saying.
My nephew crying because I “stole” one of “his” cheese curds that I bought / Scraping claws as a monster that has haunted me since birth moves closer
Mama called the Doctor and the Doctor said, “If this is some sort of prank call, it’s not funny. I’m a busy doctor helping patients with real problems.”
I had been changed into the hideous Mister Jekyll. That’s right... I WAS NO LONGER A DOCTOR!!!
I’m sorry you have broader personal or political issues you haven’t resolved, but those have nothing to do with the ways I’ve been killing you guys.