Sara Bloo burst into the bar wearing a mop of a blue wig, waving an insistent hello as her oversized spats smacked the floor and honking an old-fashioned bugle horn that jutted from the pocket of her ...

There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as a giant pair of clown shoes and as timeless as a squirting lapel flower. It is the middle ground between ...