Let’s have a good laugh at what’s inside my brain, because it’s the only way I know to shut it up.
What’s a holiday story that doesn’t start with bloodshed, cursing, and a little good-old-fashioned graveyard sex?
The key to reanimation was speed, and now she suspected that she still hadn’t been fast enough. Heat and humidity made quick work, especially when the tomb masons were phoning it in. She could have broken the seal with a plastic spoon.
Ken was the bipedal equivalent of a seedy motel she didn’t want to stay in but was the last place with available rooms.
It's Monday, which means time for a new chapter of Chadpocalypse, but for those who are new to the product, Doctors recommend examining the following questions before use: What in the heck is a Chadpocalypse?Chadpocalypse is an upcoming novel about, you guessed it, Chad. He's your every day college dropout who never quite stopped the … Continue reading A New Home for Chadpocalypse