Common Complaints About Our Clones
My clone is always ill. Plus, our clones are deficient in blood, because we didn’t give them enough blood, so they are often woozy.
My clone is always ill. Plus, our clones are deficient in blood, because we didn’t give them enough blood, so they are often woozy.
I can see that you've just put sunglasses on him. No, you're not allowed to "Weekend at Bernie's" an ice sculpture.
Oh McNo. I’m not McFeeling so McWell. My McVision is all McBlurred and I have a McPain in my McAbdomen.
September 21st, 10:02 PM: “The Big Stinker” spotted again three miles away, hovering outside an elderly woman’s second-story window.
Seven puts an end to the question, “Can a number outstay its welcome?” with a resounding, eye-rolling yes.
The final, most difficult step of my plan: don't act like a total creepy freak in front of other people all the time ever again.
And as we count down from five, we allow ourselves to become even more amused… Four, letting all of the non-amusement just gently melt away…
Fennel: The least soluble kid in her grade. A boss baby who doesn’t care about boys or cornbread.
Iced lava. Coal brew. There Was Blood, A Long Time Ago. Dinosaur Smoothie. Tyrannosaurus rocks. Triceratopped off.
Even today, when I see his head, my mind goes wild with possibilities, envisioning all the dirty dishes that I could set down upon it.
The Phillie Phanatic can phuck off.
The document that I sent you by mistake, “Human Meat and the Future of Farming,” may seem like a confession, but I assure you it is not.