It was hot when the sky turned black.
Licking the summer platter clean.
Finally, the world smells good.
Roaring in like a column of bats in the desert, it’s a storm of news!
At the sound of the gun, you’re gonna run like the bullet’s behind you.
I am rubber, you are glue; bounce off me, and stick to NEWS.
Standing before the wicked team of horses, saying “I will tame you.”
Two dozen crabs on the trawl, and one of them is mine.
I’m sorry… I’m so distraught that the local pretzel stand burned down… I can’t write anything, I’m sorry…
Slipping on my dancin’ shoes to terrorize the club.
I said the word news so many times it sounds funny, so now I have a new word: triumph.
That certainly was a lot of ways to describe Stan Lee.
The last news day of spring, and it’s already hot.
Another Martian vapor morning.
It’s finally time for funnel cake. Wash your hands before using the mouse!
I’m ready for my day off! I’m going to use it to prep for my next day off.
Hey, did you hear about Wolverine? He’s the wild man from Canada.
Nodding for approval, furious across the empty room.
I threatened to turn the royal coronation into “a rock ‘n roll circus” and was placed on the No Fly List.
A pregnant pause, staring through the other side of the mirror.
My sister sent me a Snapchat reading BEST POST-IT NOTE EVER. It was a sheet of paper reading “This is my life now.”
The world of opportunity is coming to get you… today.
This post is your internet Easter bonnet. Put it on your head.