Bob Golen (@BobGolen): The fact that there is a stairway to heaven and a highway to hell tells you a bit about traffic volume.
Mike Ginn (@shutupmikeginn): We get it poets: things are like other things.
Turgid Verse (@gullyvuhr): Don't listen to Gmail, little password. You are strong.
Hollie Harris (@allholls): It's nice of Mother Nature to give us the stunning beauty of fall colours so we temporarily forget about the hell that's going to be unleashed upon us a few weeks later.
Natalie Would (@_NatalieWould): There's always a light at the end of the fridge.
Rodney Lacroix (@RodLacroix): Celebrate Columbus Day by putting the wrong address in your GPS.
Tony P. (@Tbone7219): I try not to tweet when I'm happy...because I respect you guys and what we do here.
Eden Dranger (@Eden_Eats): I’m leaving this garbage website because it’s become such a cesspool and is ruining all of our lives.
I’ll be back in 5 min.
Q: Why don't skeletons like candy?
A: They don't have the stomach for it.
Q: Why didn’t the skeleton dance at the party?
A: He had no body to dance with.
Q: How did the skeleton know it was going to rain?
A: He could feel it in his bones.
Q: Why don't skeletons play music?
A: They don’t have any organs.
Q: What do you call a skeleton who never does his chores?
A: Lazy bones.
Q: Why did the skeleton quit his job?
A: His heart was not in it.
Q: How does an angry skeleton confront his friend?
A: “I’ve got a bone to pick with you!”
Q: Why are skeletons so calm?
A: Because nothing gets under their skin.
“It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.” – Neil Gaiman