I live on a one-way street that's also a dead end. I'm not sure how I got there.
Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.
Why do they sterilize needles for lethal injections?
I just have a relationship with my imagination. It's like my friend, almost.
I recently went to the hardware store and I bought some used paint... it was in a shape of a house. I also bought some batteries, but they weren't included. So I had to buy them again.
How come Superman could stop bullets with his chest, but always ducked when someone threw a gun at him?