I like a pickled cucumber. A regular cucumber I'm not so interested in.
There is a fine line between passion and gas.
It's best not to stare at the sun during an eclipse.
Going back to the noir fiction of the 30s, 40s and 50s. It's very contemporary.
Oh yeah, oohing and ahhing, that's how it always starts, but later there's the running and screaming.
I love both puppies and kitties. I could just scrunch up their little faces!