Cupid called the temp agency. "I need 12 winged angels that are accurate archers and believe in love." The woman hung up. "Damned pranks."
I awoke rested. Next to me was a strangled hooker. There was a knock on the door. "NYPD!" Maybe a good night's sleep wasn't worth the cost.
"Zombina..." Jim begged. "You made me a #zombie!" "I wanted to be with you forever." "We're so over!" She shot Jim and ate him for dinner.
© February 11, 2011