I am unashamed of the gospel of Christ.
Life imitating art, sorta?
I met my trophy wife my junior year of college.
Time to wash the blanket Linus. Be brave, it won’t hurt a bit.
Now, take her out for pizza.
It’s not supposed to be realistic Bernice, it is simply a vivid imagination at play.
Probably a good thing he didn’t ask her if she’d go for sex on the beach.
Yes, I wear pants. Doing so protects others from the sight of my legs.
I try not to let my mind wander. I’m afraid it might not come back.
Poor Brutus. Now he has to clean the cushion AND make himself a new sandwich. While I’ve never sat upon my PB&J, I’ve had days like that.
Hammie could always use garlic cloves. That way nobody could smell the BO and he’d be safe from vampires.
Life imitating art, sorta?