I was born long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away. No. Not that one. That one is silly.
Traditionally, one holds onto them until they reach the age of majority.
There’s a whole world out beyond the boundaries of the herd.
Go buy fifty cans of soup. That should fix it.
The other side of the canoe says, “S. S. Rotifer”.
Some people are just bothered by anything.
Things were going well until I realized that I hadn’t set up a Canopic Jar for the brain. But then I figured… meh… never used it in the last life, probably won’t need it in the next.
You’re a Rock ‘N’ Roll Social Suicide.
My doctorate thesis: How Social Distancing Resulted From the J. Geils’ Freeze Frame Video.
Hah… Jag Isles…
Fixed in post.