Now I'm heading home for a nooner, which is what I call having pancakes for lunch.
We have a show tonight. I've never missed a show. Not even the time I had that virus they kept saying only raccoons get.
I don't care. I'll start my own group. Rejection from society is what created X-Men!
Who's got two thumbs, speaks limited French and hasn't cried once today? This moi.
In my experience, 'let's think about it' usually ends up as me watching Solid Gold in my basement on prom night.
All around us, people were cool. By association, so were we.