“Let’s Groove On My 1st Song” by JAY-Z Vs. EARTH, WIND & FIRE

What does Christmas mean to me? It’s a time where everything should be communal and shared like a bathroom or a marijuana joint. A time where Jay-Z can rap while the band, and not the actual elements, Earth, Wind & Fire accompanies him. A time where a baby named Jesus is born in some manger in Bethlehem as three wise men approach with strange presents by merely following a star. A time to avoid shopping for two and a half weeks.

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The Justice Avengers in Here’s What We’re Going To Do

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The earth shook hard, as the gigantic form of The Giant Dr. Luthor slammed his fiery fist on the fault line. “Fools, you can not stop me. It is far too late.” He laughed heartily.

The Justice Avengers huddled together in a panic, like an American NFL team on the offensive with less than two minutes left and no more time outs. Since the Amazing Superman said, “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he was currently the leader. He hunched forwards and whispered.

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Fan Fiction with Happy Days

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Who remembers “The Fonz and the Happy Days Gang” from 1980-82? Not me.

Richard was barely comfortable with his transition into adulthood. First he changed his name. He was now the more mature Richard instead of the very boyish Richie. There had to be something more to the process. It was still unsettling when someone called him Richard. He felt like he was being passive/aggressively berated by his mother, God bless her soul. He swirled his glass of champagne and looked over at his lovely wife, Lori Beth. He raised his glass in such a way, so he could view her distorted features through the bubbly yellow filter. The sight frightened him. He lowered the glass, and spoke instead.

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Wednesday’s Just Another Word For Nothing Left To Lose

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When and why did Kentucky Fried Chicken® simply become KFC®?

Jessica came home early from work. She called out to her husband, Walter. They had been married for sixteen years. “Hey honey, I’m home.” She tossed her keys on the dining room table. The clink and jangle echoed loneliness. “Walter? Walter?”

“Here, in the kitchen. Uh, I’m fixing the shelves.” Walter grabbed a spork® and tapped the wall to indicate that he was working.

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