Last night I dreamt Angela Merkel was fucking Donald Trump from behind with an oversized strap-on. The dildo was bright orange for some reason. Trump's hands were tied behind his back with a golden necktie.

We had a low key wedding. We couldn't afford a party so we settled for a pizza and a beer in the park. It felt like another summer Saturday. To spice things up I made a suggestion: we should each get a

Jane's dad made the announcement at breakfast: “I've made an invention that I think could change the world and make us a lot of money.” “Wow, Dad. Like the toilet cleaning robot? Or more like the love-letter

When the flood comes, that final wave, when the network is down, when there's nothing let to save, when the sun is so hot that nothing else grows, when the weather has killed off our information flows,

I gotta say, to be able to play around in this cryptoworld is a possibility that makes my inner anonymous transcendental narcissist salivate. When you have to wrap a silk noose 'round your reddening,

Jenny was on her usual 7am run through the park. It was a chilly, misty morning and she had barely summoned up the energy to put on her running shoes and start her jog. Near the playground the usual group