I was once the royal shanachie, an honored storyteller and keeper of songs, but my Queen betrayed me. She sold my satyr to spite me, and I have traveled far to be with

My son, there are three things you must know when you go skinny dipping in the ocean after midnight. First and foremost, you must be naked. Stop snickering. It’s obvious but true.

Of all the things I expected to find when I walked into the back room, Darren driving the business end of a Scherl & Jackson Potting Trowel through the pudgy chest of our

Walt used to be the kind of nerd you think of when you hear the word “nerd.” A paunch, a puddle of greasy hair, lots of acne, and no social skills to speak