Ah, it’s a badly-drawn brick. Got it now.
Don’t shoot me in the back. That’s not too much to ask, is it?
On in 3, 2, 1 . . .
Or maybe “to each his own”. I appreciate your effort. Muchas gracias.
Oh, the times they could have had together!
Paper, plastic, duct tape. It’s the new rock, paper, scissors.
Go Owls. (That’s as much enthusiasm as I can summon for my “nourishing mother”.)
Good point. Next time I have a vocal earworm I’ll have to keep it in my br or my brai.
Some cats are smarter than others. Your’s sound brilliant.