Generally crazy -- being able to acknowledge that makes it okay, right?
“There. There wolf. There castle.”
Mom. Mom. Momma. Mom. Mommy. Mom. Mom. Mom.
Looking the part is often half of the job done.
Again I find myself in agreement with Elvis. That happens surprisingly frequently.
I just think I’d have a higher chance of survival if the one on the right needed to jump in to save me.
I see corn. Nothing but acres and acres of corn.
I… want to swim closer to the guy on the right.
It’s a short round tent.