Actually, he’s headed to the front door of somebody wondering what happened to his pizza.
I’ve occasionally wondered how much of being a ballerina is spent having to stand around frozen in an awkward pose while Miss Twinkletoes struts her stuff in the spotlight.
Well, she talks a good game anyway.
So grab a piece of fairy cake and keep telling yourself; in this universe, you’re the most important thing in it. (anybody get that reference?)
I wouldn’t mind if the baritone got a win or two under the belt.
“There’s always celebrity deaths. How would you like to be a celebrity?”
Stick a looking glass on a Roomba and program it to follow you around.
The worst part is having to pay for the privilege of being in their company.
That’s right. It was inside his pocket.