My next book will be about a Greek woman who drives taxi by day and trains for a marathon by night.
The title will be DEMETER IS RUNNING.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
My next book will be about a Greek woman who drives taxi by day and trains for a marathon by night.
The title will be DEMETER IS RUNNING.
I’m writing a new version of Crime and Punishment where all the characters are deer.
I’ll publish it under the name Fyodor Doestoyevsky.
Then I’m going to write a script for a movie where the life story of a famous Russian writer is told by a toy cowboy and spaceman and dinosaur.
Yes. That would be Tolstoy Story.
If the world was my oyster, how would I possibly get enough cocktail sauce to go with it?
When the moon hits MY eye like a big pizza pie, for an instant I realize the whole ‘moon is made of cheese’ thing was true.
When the moon hits my eye like a big pizza pie, I say “OW OW HOT MOLTEN CHEESE OW.”
Hey, how about an evil Sith Ewok? Or a Sith Gungan?
NO ONE WOULD EVER SEE THAT COMING.
The names I give winter storms are normally muttered under my breath as I’m out shoveling snow.
Is there any way I could secretly instigate a war between the Ewoks and the Gungans?
Ewoks are to Wookies as chihuahuas are to Great Danes.
Remember this. It may be on your next SAT exam.
I’ve finally figured out where new years go wrong. It starts when I stop drinking champagne. IT’S ALL DOWN HILL FROM THERE.
Maybe I will have a theme party for New Years Eve. The theme would be every food in the house with a 2013 expiration date. This could make for some interesting combinations.