It’s kinda been done. A good portion of Pink Floyd’s classic album (and eventual movie) The Wall take place in the main character’s hotel room, where he’s slowly succumbing to a mental breakdown while watching television, among other things. I’m sure a writer worth their ink could come up with an interesting story.
Imagine how much faster she would eat without them!
Ahh, memories. I loved those Fisher-Price little people!
That’s also a Blonde joke.
I don’t remember how it went exactly, but I read that the English language is like a bully that beats up other languages and steals their words and phrases.
Don’t tell Wanda, but a lot of stores ask for your ID when buying alcohol these days!
Happy Birthday! May you have many more!
Sadly, my e-signature looks better than my real one.
Poor Herb, hasn’t anybody ever told him the punchline?
You have to actively hunt it down and destroy all it’s nests.