Cut them, cut the damn pilosity up, cut the hairs up in three. Or I'll do it. C'mon, don't be a fool, do it, be a man.

Hey mom, did you check them up? I can't figure out where they've gone. Haven't you by any chance figured out if the kids are at the barber's? Or have the kids gone down the block? Naaa.

Today I will reach my calculator. I will check it all up. It needs to work fine, no miscalculations will be allowed because the outcome is so important. I will enter digit by digit until I get the answer to the most crucial calculation ever. Hundredthirytwo plus one minus one doesn't give the answer you'd expect.

Turn the engine on, roar the pistons, make the wheels scream, let the oil boil and the wind flow over the shield. Excite your bumper, a little not more, and make the run a successful one. You're a champion.

He was suffocating. The hit had been stronger than one could imagine, the airbags did work well, but this was too strong for even the toughest man. He couldn't really breathe, and suddenly he struggled "several times a year is wear..." before stopping, for ever. The mystery was unsolved.

Hmmm so good. Jenny finished her share of the dessert long ago. She did like it and wished to do the same for her next girlfriends' event. However what she doesn't know, to her future deception, is that the receipe for the cake is long gone.

Some thought fine to joke and leisurely take on their daily activities. Some even giggled, whistled in ease, sang happy little songs. You might be warned: I do not laugh at work, beware.

Horrible was the scene. Steaks and sausage fragments all over the place. A few ribs, some liver and a bit of tenderloin could be found still stuck on the wall's red surface. It was a real carnage at the butcher's. And all due to this week-end's planned barbecue party...

Happy. That's how Jeff felt about his evening ride to the disco. He was feeling frivolous and bounced all over the dance floor. And to his great surprise, eleven jumps and the nice lady goes horny.

In the cage you could feel the chill. The beasts are hardly manageable, and the faintest drop of sweat will just make you a perfect bait. Gladfully, Harold was the sausage master, he was the only one to master them in every occasion.