The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories

Stick Boy liked Match Girl, He liked her a lot. He liked her cute figure, he thought she was hot. But could a flame ever burn for a match and a stick? It did quite literally; he burned up quick.

Son, are you happy? I don't mean to pry, but do you dream of Heaven? Have you ever wanted to die?

My name is Jimmy, but my friends just call me the hideous penguin boy.

They took a baseball bat and whacked open his head. Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead. Inside of his head were no candy or prizes, just a few stray beetles of various sizes.

Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor, What have you done to my boy? He's not flesh and blood, he's aluminum alloy!" The doctor said gently, What I'm going to say will sound pretty wild. But you're not the father of this strange looking child. You see, there still is some question about the child's gender, but we think that its father is a microwave blender.

My diagnosis," he said "for better or worse, is that your son is the result of an old pharaoh's curse.

Unwisely, Santa offered a teddy bear to James, unaware he had been mauled by a grizzly earlier this year.

The Boy with Nails in His Eyes put up his aluminum tree. It looked pretty strange because he couldn't really see.

He can't fly around tall buildings, or outrun a speeding train, the only talent he seems to have is leaving a nasty stain!

Alone and rejected, Mummy Boy wept, then went to the cabinet where the snack food was kept.

Cabeza de melón Había un niño taciturno, de hombre y melón un injerto. Tenía el ánimo nocturno por desear tanto estar muerto. Pero hay que tener cuidado con lo que se desea. Pues él acabó en jalea tras un pisotón bien dado.