Please turn to p. 104 and consult the Wheel Table.
Let's just say there's been some real *combustion* in these internals, you know what I'm sayin'?
"It's even more exciting, not being able to see where they lead, don't you think?"
It's always brunch somewhere!
Her witch hat brings all the dogs to the moors. She could walk them, but she'll stay indoors.
The morning air's still crisp, best to keep the java warm.
We're gonna need a bigger magnifying glass.
None can contest that this hoard is mine and that it is safe in my keeping.
Keep your finger on the X button, this sequence is brutal, and it goes on *forever*!
Forgive me. It's not you, nor is it me, it's just autumn.
It's a very slow dance, but on a truly grand scale.
This little cloud of mine, I'm going to make it thine.
"Sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand." -Luke Jackson, *Cool Hand Luke* (1967).
Watch as these even dumber drawings speak to ravenous, feral audience!
Three of two of them.
Devastating momentum! (Mediocre turning radii)
Our geodes runneth over.
They say the only way that anyone ever comes to know her is in passing.
Oh, him? He's definitely not on the list.
Deception is a dish best served by an unwitting mail carrier.