And getting shorter.
This ain’t another toilet training fable, is it?
I am the Loris, I speak for the trees.
Then her hair came to life and people started calling her Medusa.
I don’t know where I’m a gonna go when the volcano blows.
Everybody needs a superpower.
At least Pop manned up before Roz forced the issue.
Satan’s underpants are always scorched.
Come on Horace, show us how well you steeplechase.
It’s just a flesh wound.