Maybe heaven sucks. No slingshot required.
Charlie may have polaroids.
Was I supposed to eat mushrooms before reading this? No one told me.
Ah! Southern California. We do it all here.
Read “The Revenant,” by Billy Collins. A great poem with similar sentiments.
It’s amazing that people bring a knife on a date.
How would it have been different if that dude didn’t require glasses?
If you stopped sitting on a cactus you might make 100.
Resistance is futile.
When I was self employed I was always the employee of the month and got to park in the preferred parking spot – my garage.