At least they aren’t carrying donuts around on their horns.
Smells like soup!
As she trips over her ego and breaks her leg…
When I was in Junior High I worked in a Pizza Hut. The soft drinks came in two containers – a cylinder of CO2 and one of syrup. One always seemed to go dry before the other.
I think Phillip K. Dick would have something to say about the origin of the story. Calling it “Ridley Scott’s” is like calling “Bambi” a Walt Disney story.
Could be worse. Could be selling snake.
Anybody who obsesses about cat hair on clothes and furniture shouldn’t own a cat.
Actually, we did have an orthopedic surgeon here in town who was an avid motorcyclist. One evening he went to a neighborhood part where he overindulged, then didn’t wear his helmet as he rode his cycle home. He drove too close to a street sign and hit his head on the sign. He did not survive. So I guess this proves your point.
I like the way the camel is hopping the way Pepe Le Pew used to run…
Just sit down and open a book or newspaper. The cat will materialize between you and the reading material.