Because of Mount Everest, Even this Cocktail Party Sucks
I’m a Corpse Flower, and I’ve Got a Bone(r) to Pick with You, Botany
Abandon All Faith Ye Who Enter Here
Please Enjoy Your Descent through the Circles of Hell, and Thank You for Riding with Us!
And the Skyline Blazed like a Phoenix that Night
It All Happened on South Street One Night…
The Reincarnation of American Ingenuity
Now Is the Winter of Our Discontent
Vindication for the Mallory Expedition, as foretold by Isaac Asimov
I’m a Literal Figure from the Book of Revelation and, Wait, Why Are You Running Away?
I Had an Orgasm in a Graveyard Once
It All Started When the Challenger Exploded
It Turns Out Books DO Burn at 451 Degrees
Praying for a Miracle, Praying for Absolution
Sex in a Cemetery, and Other Poor Choices