No Really: It Was an Accident
Don’t get any bright ideas.
Don’t get any bright ideas.
Actually, I don’t get food in mine — not even sprayed coffee. Having an Author’s Cat, I get hair in mine. Way, way too much hair.
As a final chance at redemption he will be visited by three spirits …and then this guy. Merry Christmas from Randys Random.
Too bad, he looks like he’d be entertaining.
In case you wondered how your boss got to where he (or she) is.
It all makes a certain kind of sense, doesn’t it?
However, it is probably fair to say you have been baited.
Of course, we can usually tell more stories about them than they can about us. Remember that, doc!
While your dishes are spotless and your furniture shiny, your guts rot from the inside out. And yes, really:
You know you’re on a supersonic airliner when the flight attendant slaps you before you can even say anything.