I can do that too.
I’ll take two cups please.
How do you write a letter to someone who died nearly two thousand years ago?
I’m familiar with that mood, but when it came to creative writing, I often preferred to get right on it instead.
Just be glad you don’t like clog dancing.
I’m guessing the ravioli was stuffed with ricotta cheese?
Indeed
Jon… you should know better by now!
“Everything in this room is edible. Even I’M edible. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and that is frowned upon in most societies.”
If my coffee cups go missing, I always check my nightstand.
I can do that too.