Christmas World Comic Con

 25 over-the-top and possibly untrue sayings about ’90s music groups and artists: "Bell Biv DeVoe didn’t just run the '90s—they invented the decade." "If Boyz II Men sang at a wedding, the marriage was guaranteed to last forever." "TLC actually discovered water, but decided ‘No Scrubs’ was a bigger priority." "The Backstreet Boys once stopped a hurricane just by harmonizing in unison." "Nirvana wasn’t a band, it was a movement that changed how people wore sweaters." "Britney Spears singlehandedly kept the economy afloat with ‘...Baby One More Time’ merch sales." "MC Hammer’s parachute pants saved thousands of people from falling into holes." "Mariah Carey’s high notes are the real reason we have modern wireless technology." "NSYNC could have won the Super Bowl with their choreography alone." "Madonna actually traveled back in time and invented the '90s herself." ...

 Elfie vs. a Plate of Spaghetti – "Listen, I thought I could handle it. I was WRONG. The noodles won. Send help—I'm tangled like a Christmas light disaster."

50 funny and motivating workout encouragements for grandmas: "Lift those weights, Grandma! If you can lift grandkids, you can lift dumbbells!" "You survived raising kids—burpees should be easy!" "Every squat brings you closer to out-dancing the young folks at weddings!" "Treadmills don’t chase toddlers, but they’ll help you keep up with them!" "Remember, stronger arms = better cookie baking endurance!" "One more rep, Grandma! You gotta flex on your bridge club!" "Push-ups now, so you can push the grandkids on the swings later!" "Lift those kettlebells like you lift family gossip—effortlessly!" "No excuses! You can’t knit and Netflix all day!" "You gotta stay fit so you can still outrun grandpa!" "Grandkids are fast. Get those steps in so you can catch ‘em!" "Your purse weighs 10 pounds. Time to match it with some bicep curls!" "Leg day = better danc...

  The Fastest Gun – Chapter 1 . . . . . . The sun hung high in the midday sky, burning like a molten coin against the endless blue, its heat pressing down on the dry, cracked earth of the Arizona desert. The wind, dry as old bones, whispered through the tall, sun-bleached grass that lined the dirt road, carrying with it the scent of dust, horse sweat, and gunpowder long settled into the land. A single rider moved along the winding trail, his silhouette dark against the shimmering heat waves that rolled off the ground. His black duster flared slightly with each gust, the fabric worn and dust-streaked from miles of hard travel. The brim of his hat cast a long shadow over his face, leaving only the sharp angles of his jaw visible beneath the shade. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the horizon with the ease of a man who had spent a lifetime expecting trouble. The horse beneath him, a deep chestnut stallion with a streak of white running down its nose, snorted and flicked its ear...