One wonders if anything actually happens to Luann and Company now…
I’d hope somewhere in the story was something about how she was going to do it with now-former friends who bailed on her.
I’ve tried of late to give gifts that won’t take up much space in storage.
I’m reminded of the joke about paratroopers. A paratrooper is a guy smart enough to handle a parachute, but dumb enough to jump out of an airplane.
I once freaked my mother out by pointing out I was now old enough to order from the seniors menu.
Stamping around on a miniature of…what is it this time? Tokyo? New York?
He hasn’t yet. Maybe he’s waiting for the right opportunity.
As was said on “Happy Days,” it’ll probably blow over by the time she’s thirty.
Shouldn’t it have been Little Red Riding Hood saying that to the Big Bad Wolf?