I’ll believe Wikipedia over Wikipedia-deniers and all other nutjobs of our day
Oh, that last scene, where he sinks into the hot oil and never comes back up. So sad.
FL doesn’t grow apples. We stopped at our first “apple barn” somewhere in VT, NH or ME on a driving trip in ’93, and as much as I hate using the phrase OMG, OMG!! I wanted to live in that smell forever.
A lot of big apple farms have stores selling apples, cider, pies, doughnuts, etc. The smell is to die for! Forget the healthy apples, go for the good stuff.
I’ve always wondered how this “lava” game originates. We don’t do it at school, so is a lava floor just the obvious solution to our need for a danger-induced adrenaline fix? I also wonder, looking back 50 years now , is how I would explain to my father if I ripped the front door off its hinges while standing on the doorknob swinging from couch to chair.
That really looks 3D!
I think he’s had that sudden realization that Ludwig is old.
You’d think he would have Holy Ghosted her by now.