I don’t know about you, but didn’t use to buy gas when I was a kid.

In accordance to the law, Cleo deserves many little kisses on the top of head.

Yeah kind of. When I look at myself on the mirror there always the feeling of “oh yeah that’s what I look like”, because that’s not how I perceived myself. My “me” isn’t a body.

The thingamabob needs no description

It probably never have been financially viable, and that’s alright, it’s a public service

Blue cheese barely have any taste, get you game up