Twig is well named.
You could have loaded the dishwasher in less time than it took for your drama queen act!
Tiff and Bets are both looking pretty miserable: maybe they could start with themselves and do a little self-help.
Back from Hi School Lit:
Difference in Poetry and Prose:
Poetry: Luna cast her lambent rays through the stained-glass window making dappled patterns on Gwyndolyn’s fair breast.
Prose: The moon shone through the dirty window making spots on Jane’s pale chest.
Their work is already done. Luann is ready to move on with the process herself.
If the front legs of 10-ton elephant are running at 50 miles per hour, what are the back legs doing?
Hauling Butt!
Sorry, way old joke from the 60’s.
The blind leading the blind, and they all fall into a ditch.
A good left hook should do it!
He looks like a skinny scarecrow with his arms out like that.
What we have here is a failure to communicate (Cool Hand Luke), in this case from two people being hard of listening.
Twig is well named.