Just another guitarist from Nebula M78. Nothing to see here, move along.
Shouldn’t that read “how much of you is inside of me?” based on the drawing?
Plus, she’ll have to refill the pool.
Shouldn’t he have replied with a text?
I have a time machine, but it only goes into the future and it only goes a day. I call it “S.L.E.E.P.” If I want to go longer than a day, I have another one called “C.O.M.A.” but I’m afraid to try it.
Are paper magazines still a thing?
A chuck roast?
Did he learn that from “Silence of the Lambs”?
She’ll make a great divorce lawyer.
It’s the perfidy that gets me.