Most tales once told now have tellers now long-dead.
I cast a spell on me. 'Cause I'm mine.
"Plug me in, coach, I'm USB compatible!"
"I’m like the resident bad boy here, I can say whatever I want." Jacob Andrews, "The Most Majestic Creature" (Drawfee, June 23, 2014).
The silver lining for a masquerade, which we can't count on elsewhere, is that everyone unmasks at the end.
Strange things are ahoof down on the ranch!
Time to get out into sunlight and start frolicking!
The moral of the story is: You better be darned sure you can put down anything you decide you want to pick up.
I like my dance partners like I like my house band: Acoustic.
I'm sorry to report, Count, that the review board has asked for your human subjects protocol to be revised.
"Did you really think daddy could stuff his hog in public and not arouse any criticism?!"
Sometimes you gotta do it yourself, even if someone else *ought* to be standing up for you.
"It's not the world that's ending, just one or both of our stories."
This is my pie! It was made for me!
"Never gets real cold down here. 12.778°C."
“Hold your gratitude, little one. The dead are stirring.”
Some who worship him call him The BeelzeBull.
"Boy, they sure do love to sit up on their tall chairs and do nothing for hours!" -All dogs with scholars for owners
No password? No problem!
There are no boring numbers, only boring number crunchers.