There's some heinous fuckery goin' on mon.
Christopher MooreOnly cops and vampires have to have an invitation to enter.
Christopher MoorePeople, generally, suck.
Christopher MooreTags: humor
Oh, I get it," I said. "It's a parable. Cute. Let's go eat.
Christopher MooreCharlie Asher: Mrs. Ling, is that duck wearing trousers?
Mrs. Ling: Could be . . . . You hear of paper-wrap chicken? This duck in pants.
. . . You seem upset, Charlie. Is something wrong?
Charlie: No, no, I’m okay, I just had to take directions from a mute beaver in a fez to get here, it’s unsettling.
. . . And so Charlie Asher . . . led an army of fourteen-inch-tall bundles of animal bits, armed with everything from knitting needles to a spork, into the storm sewers of San Fransciso.
Christopher MooreAmy called the whale punkin.
Christopher MooreTags: first-sentence
Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe.
Christopher MooreTags: humor first-sentence
You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.
Christopher MooreTags: opening-lines first-lines
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