The first time I saw Homer’s Cliff Diving School it took me more than three hours to make the two-hour drive.
A journalism student had requested an interview with Howard the Medium.
He understood once he saw what was beside his wife’s bowl of Golden Grahams. “It’s in my horoscope, isn’t it?”
“I’ll be having none of that!” Bartholomew Grundy said to the ghastly apparition lingering over his bedpost
“NEXT!” the woman’s voice loudly called out. Gorag sighed as he rose languidly to his feet, reaching down to pick up his heavy club
Nick Patterson was snoring lightly, forming a trio with his ticking clock and the chirping crickets, when the phone rang.