Baby Werewolf ate from his large plate of pork and mutton.

He added some ketchup to the hooves and the brains.

His mother asked him to eat the broccoli too.

But he refused.

The Blue Pianist played a sad song on his Steinway.

He put all his heart and sold into it.

After his last note, he took out his handkerchief and wiped a tear from the corner of his right eye.

“Why?” he asked himself yet again.

The Nommo are ancestral spirits (sometimes referred to as deities) worshipped by the Dogon tribe of Mali. The word Nommos is derived from a Dogon word meaning, “to make one drink,” The Nommos are usually described as amphibious, hermaphroditic, fish-like creatures. Folk art depictions of the Nommos show creatures with humanoid upper torsos, legs/feet, and a fish-like lower torso and tail. The Nommos are also referred to as “Masters of the Water”, “the Monitors”, and “the Teachers”. Nommo can be a proper name of an individual, or can refer to the group of spirits as a whole.

(from Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nommo )

Ludwig is in a band called the Feminine Skulls.

He sings songs like, “I’m with the Outer Space Pumpkin”…

Or “Cute monster girls never invite me”…

And their masterpiece, “Nobody understands the monster inside my head!”

I am Power Skull, a super hero who had his head zapped by a ray gun.

I still fight for truth, justice and the American way…

But lately, however, I have been having trouble remembering…

Just what that used to mean exactly.

Imhotep was taking a bath when the high priests decided to mummify him.

“Wait a minute,” he said. “Aren’t you supposed to wait until I am dead before doing that?”

The head high priest replied, “You see it’s this way…”

“We have a union meeting later tonight, and it always ends late, so we decided not to wait.”

My name is Flyhorn and I like to eat in five star restaurants.

I prefer French cuisine, but sometimes I go for vegan as well.

My favourite dish is sautéed autruche à l’orange.

With a nice Chablis, mmm-hmmm.

I live a sweet life.

I am the Moon Howler and I live to scream my head off once a month in the middle of the night.

Ah-wooOOo!

The neighbours don’t appreciate my hobby but I’m hoping one day they will learn to appreciate it.

They have no choice.