Saving Money

"I can't believe the prices of these groceries!" Ben told his wife, Lisa, as they purveyed the dairy aisle. "It's highway robbery except it's a grocery store . . . and also I'm still purchasing something, but you know what I'm getting at."

Lisa grabbed a carton of half and half from the cooler.

"Three bucks for some half and half?" Ben exclaimed.

"But I like some with my coffee."

"They give away spurts of half and half at the coffee machine in the gas station down the street. Just fill up a coffee cup and put a lid on it. They'll never know."

Memories Only Die When New Ones Are Not Made

He stopped and turned. The city he had lived in his entire life was soon going to slip over the horizon, perhaps never to be seen again. A sigh escaped his lips as joyful memories flooded his mind. There was still time to turn back. But for what? Memories?

He turned back toward the new horizon. There lay countless new possibilities free from the disappointments of yesteryear. On that horizon lay hope; lay life anew. To stay behind for memory's sake would be to abandon what made those memories so meaningful.

The city sank into the horizon with the setting sun.

A New Galactic Federation President

B'jnktl the news alien wiped a tear from one of his seven eyes. "Ladies, gentlemen and gleeborts, we have just witnessed history in the making! The Galactic Federation has broken down yet another barrier of prejudice by electing for the first time someone named Vithor Lovenstein to the office of president! Truly this is a remarkable advancement in the civil rights of people named Vithor Lovenstein."

CoventionalThinkingBot5000, GNN's chief political analyst, broke in as B'jnktl's voice began to falter from the enormity of the moment, "This is comparable to the election of Q*bert Johnson, the first president with a ridiculous-name-even-by-galactic-federation-standards name."

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Past His Prime

"Greetings, Lead Man," the voice of Count Von Mürder crackled over the 1960's-era intercom system, "I congratulate you for finding my Mürder Cave–" the intercom hissed over the monologue.

Lead Man took the opportunity to examine his surroundings. Count Von Mürder apparently did not have a lot of success after the 70's. His lair was more a museum of antique supervillainy.

The intercom squealed and returned to audibility, "–never calls. My son legally changed his name to 'Von Maur;' told me 'Mürder' wasn't even actual German–"

Lead Man sighed. He was going to be here for a while.

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More adventures of the Impregnable Lead Man

Philip and Percival

"This is most unacceptable, Philip," Percival muttered as he looked over Philip's history homework. "Most unacceptable," he repeated for emphasis.

"What's wrong?" Philip asked his smarter-than-average pet hamster.

"For starters," Percival adjusted his glasses, "Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson was most definitely not the first president, and his vice president was not Kermit the Frog."

"Oh, Percival, how will I pass tomorrow's test if I don't know the answers?"

"You could study."

"Meh," Philip shrugged.

Percival pondered a moment. "I've got it! I shall attach myself to your face as a clever beard disguise so that I can give you the answers!"