They kept a diary detailing their devout if kinky sects axe, confident that if it were ever discovered, no one could decipher it.
by Monkey's Dad March 12, 2020
After her double nursing shift, she was exhausted, anxious and hungry, all making her vulnerable. She hoped that a good dinner and a night's sleep would help her resilify, as she was going to need her strength tomorrow.
by Monkey's Dad March 18, 2020
She held forth on her horoscope, crystals, the definite possibility that unicorns actually exist, with mesmerizing airy-fairyudition,
by Monkey's Dad February 16, 2020
Happens every time. He starts to practice and is soon having a rest, a clear case of guitnarcolepsy.
by Monkey's Dad January 19, 2023
by Monkey's Dad August 22, 2021
Like every other child in America at the moment, his school shut down indefinitely, her son was becoming a domestididact. Together twenty-four hours a day, she would try to teach him what she could, although she knew nothing for certain any more.
by Monkey's Dad March 17, 2020
Saint Nicholas' sinister colleague, whose task is to deliver appropriate gifts to the less-than-good girls and boys on Christmas eve.
He awakened to the sound of a Harley landing on the roof - right on time - and man, had he prepared his list in hopes of a visit from Satan Nicholas. In an hour he'd run downstairs and find a Chucky doll, gift certificates to Tattoos-R-Us, the Vape store, and Murder-and-Mayhem Video Games. It pays to be bad, he mused. And next year he'd be worse.
by Monkey's Dad December 06, 2023