Say, what do you reckon they were thinking when they built such an itty-bitty town in the first place?
I know I'm just a little ol' abyss, but your attention has given me quite the pick-me-up. Not a lot of people notice me.
The government began funding the reptilian-human-hybrid breeding program in the late 1940s. The perfect age to discover the wonders of retirement living.
Apparently, the first rule of Gardening Club is I'm supposed to answer your gardening questions.
Here’s a thought: My body could be cut up into little chunks the size of cocktail wieners and doled out to a number of sciences.
OK, I'm just going to address that you've been sort of frozen and scared ever since I said Jeffrey Dahmer is my brother. I get it.
Our whole supply chain is wrecked: the price of a getaway car is sky high and gas costs for said car are now at an astronomical level.
Winkler Field in Saratoga: I’m sorry I repeatedly yelled, “I want that kid checked for steroids, he’s a steroid junkie” after a player hit a double.
My job sucks. Why did I think working at a bar next to a port on a western bay that serves a hundred ships a day would be a good idea?
In the eyes of a dog, I am nothing less than an eternal being existing beyond the constraints of matter and time. So where's my treat for being a good boy?
Pro tip: bring a parasol to reduce the glare on your laptop screen when you’re checking Outlook for five minutes, just one more email, OK babe?
I only have dry toast. Hope you like millet bread. I’ll just cut the mold off, and we’ll be good to go.