Get THE GLOB - the icky, sticky mess with little hairs growing out of it that sits on your steering wheel and stops car thieves cold.
"Well, Dottie - looks like we've got another round of spring peepers."
A message from the chicken mob
The suburbs of the future hum with the cheerful buzz of the electric helibuglights.
For several weeks before the neighbors found him, Walter drifted aimlessly in the Sargasso Bathtub.
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