Diary of a Prehistoric Teen
Mother say I need to stop moping around cave and get outside. So come up with a plan.
Mother say I need to stop moping around cave and get outside. So come up with a plan.
“This is my friend, Sherlock Holmes. He’s from America.” “Not just America, actually. I’m from Chicago.”
But no one really knows what they want when they’re hiring, and that’s why there’s me. To get rid of people like you. Quality people.
Periodically you might encounter your double. Do not engage, especially for sex.
Jump to conclusions why don’t you? I did not lock her in a basement. I’m not a monster. We live in a tower.
Our value option, the Chuckle Tier, includes smirks, knowing smiles, and obligatory chortles at the wisecracks of uncles.
I nearly turned it off three times. But if you just stick with it for episode two... that’s the juicy part.
Coming back to the question of spiders, are you afraid of spiders generally, or only “out of context”?
I’m not sure if you are aware that my hands were a little wet when the pickle jar was passed to me.
I’m not very good with computers, could you clarify what you mean by “you somehow attached your son to your previous email rather than your story”?
I’m going to call for an exorcist soon, and it just won’t do for her to be in her typical house-wear of leggings and a cozy sweater when he arrives.
No, of course not. It's no big deal. This happens to everyone. Right? Everyone has little involuntary muscle spasms sometimes.