Please tell me this happens in the wild.
There’s a skeleton in the water closet!
Parting the White Sea.
Well, that’s a wrap. Merry Christmas, y’all. See you next year.
Marvy. Fab. Far out.
At least the rent’s pretty low.
And that’s how dogs were domesticated. True story.
“Surrender, knave! Or taste the cold steel of my icosahedron!”
The moral of this story is “never eat your vegetables.”
I’m going out on a limb here to say that most crackers can’t swim.
Eye contact can make or break a monster-victim relationship.
Now she can use both hands to catch the Golden Snitch.
