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PIRATES 2
Holy atomic submarine, Batman, there's a mutiny goin' on! |
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Bob From Tennessee
A furniture dealer, Bob from Tennessee, decided that he wanted to expand the line of furniture in his store, so he decided to go to Paris, France to see what he could find. |
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From the barnyard to the backyard
Homeowners looking for a slice of country life are clamouring to buy chickens, goats and even pigs, but setting up a miniature 'farm' on a quarter-acre block doesn't always pan out for the animals, as Rebecca Lang discovers. |
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Instant Watermellon
In recent years there have been great forward strides by the Mount Perry Scientific Community. One of the greatest of these strides has been in the agricultural field, with the long awaited announcement of the freeze dried watermelon. Doctor Eye Shrinkum, has taken a three foot long Charleston Grey Watermelon and freeze dried it to the size of a common Black Eyed Pea.
This news is heralded as the greatest advancement in the agricultural field since the news horse manure was good for growing mushrooms. Now a farmer with a field of ten-thousand watermelons can harvest his crop, freeze dry them and ship the whole field of watermelons in a 55 pound bag. |
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Dolph Lundgren for Lunch
I ran into a friend of mine the other day. We started discussing what we had for lunch."What did you have for lunch?" asked my friend."I didn't have much time for lunch, so I just ran into... |
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A Needed Visit
Jermaine Johnson and Edward Diner were high school friends. After finishing high school, they remained friends. Working regular jobs during the week, hanging out together every weekend. Spending most of their time going to clubs and parties; doing lots of drinking and smoking. Comfortable with the life they've chose. They were headed for self destruction but didn't know it! |
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The Quarterback
"Hut!" Greg called out twenty minutes before the first bell at Dixon High School. He stood in Coach Marconi’s office in the gym. A smile decorated his smooth, copper face. A blue sweater and gray corduroy slacks hung loosely on his tall frame. Greg’s right hand gripped a football. He pretended to fire perfect spirals to receivers as fans chanted his name. |
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The Kid Next Door
Jack Goodstein 350 Hopwood Fairchance Road Uniontown, PA 15401 gstein@helicon.net The Kid Next Door Setting: Apartment kitchen, not particularly well appointed. ... |
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