When I learned how to talk, I got the watch.
I asked my parents for a watch. One year they let me.
My first watch was found next to a dumpster. Sometimes it worked and sometimes not.
It must be really strange to live inside a comic strip and deal with stuff just happening, perspective shifting without notice, watches appearing and disappearing…
The criminal’s lament: I’m sorry. Please have mercy on me.
Sorry for what? Getting caught?
Even the suggestion is sick
It’s not the crime, it’s the cover-up.
One of life’s embarrassing moments. Several years ago I asked a young friend why he didn’t wear a wrist watch. He said he used his cell phone for a clock. I replied “Cell phones have clocks?” Of course, I KNEW they had clocks, I had just never thought to use it as a time piece. Maybe because I don’t carry it around on my person like he did. It is usually in my purse, somewhere in the house.
Isn’t it interesting how the human species survived for thousands of years without a watch? At the best they had sundials. Not that I don’t appreciate my watch. Without it how would I know when my favorite TV show is on?
Hmm… sounds like Trump. Eventually, Ukraine got the money, therefore I didn’t do anything wrong!
Ah yes, telling the truth when you find out that your deception will be discovered and then claiming the moral high ground. Sounds like the definition of politics.
In a closed society where everyone is guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the ultimate, final sin is stupidity.
I guess Lucy must be a quarter-hour horse.