What almost everybody seems to forget is that what Jim Jones served out wasn’t Kool-Aid®, but Flavor-Aid®. The Kool-Aid® people have been pissed about that for years.
I love my cats. I hate my sister, my closest blood relative. I wish my cat would kill my sister.
Of course you realize that in the original story, those slippers were made of fur, not glass.
Happy Birthday, JL! This last Sunday, I had one, too, and I’m almost as old as you!
Today is my birthday.
I used to work at a place that had a sign that said, “If you look like the photo on your ID, you’re too sick to be at work.”
Nick: “I didn’t hear him enter, but my nostrils flared at the scent of his perfume…Pyramid Patchouli! There was only one joker in L.A. sensitive enough to wear that scent, and I had to find out who…he…was!”Rocky: “Good afternoon, Mister…Danger. I’m Rocky Rococco.”Nick: “Thanks, Half-Pint! You just saved me a lot of investigative work!”Rocky: "Maybe yes, maybe no. Do you know what this is?
Looks like the Flashes are ready for a game of “poke-her”.
That’s a nice look for you, Grimmy.
So that’s where he’s been hiding!