The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

So a ghoul walks into a bar...
Bartender says: "We don't serve any ghouls here."
Ghoul says: "That's fine. Is the human fresh?"

One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.

The Railroad? Aren't they busy liberating vending machines and saving computers?