It’s water under the bridge. Forget about it. Fluvial junk under a domestic over conveyance. It’s in the past, never look back; it distracts from the now.
It’s water under the bridge. Forget about it. Fluvial junk under a domestic over conveyance. It’s in the past, never look back; it distracts from the now.
Ground control to Major Tom: We’ve seen your butt in zero G and it looks… fat. Oprah fat. Ground control to Major Tom: You didn’t call. We assumed you were dead, so we contacted your mom. She seems concerned. Ground control to Major Tom: We don’t know how it happened, but we killed your dog. …
That’s it! I’m tired of being nice, and I’m not going to do it anymore.
At a recent visit to the dentist for my decennial checkup, he asked me how often I flossed. “You mean that stupid kid’s dance with the flappy arm thing? Never, I never do that, ever.” Shame set in immediately, for certainly it was a lie. Sometimes I do a little floss, especially if I have …
We should teach deaf people how to read braille so that they can become pen pals with blind people. Likewise, maybe we can teach blind people how to yell really loudly so they can “talk” to deaf people. I’m not sure that those two concepts are exactly compatible with each other. Someone sends you a …
