I Bring a Warning from the Future and My Lack of Pants Should Be Irrelevant
Oh. You're hung up on the "no pants" thing. Uh, look, time travel is an imprecise science.
Oh. You're hung up on the "no pants" thing. Uh, look, time travel is an imprecise science.
I don’t appreciate your judgment. You hurt me deeper than any wound my son has inflicted with his sharp claws.
Did you know that exactly 12.5% of the characters are frowning? Or that 20.8% have rosy cheeks? I did.
I’m sorry you have broader personal or political issues you haven’t resolved, but those have nothing to do with the ways I’ve been killing you guys.
Sorry, say that again? Your boys were doing what? They were “hopping” on you?
Kit is just as ready to play as she is to teach your little one about life during the Great Depression!
If you woke up and your partner was an Oscar Mayer wiener, how long could your grief stop you from eating them?
A boring dentist might have lame-shit flavors like “mint,” but I offer X-treme fluoride sponsored by Mountain Dew.
So a few quick tidbits about where things are. From here your room is left, left, right, right, left, right, left, right.
Clapping is the least we can do to show our appreciation that we didn’t end up pancaked against the side of a mountain.
On the off chance that something goes wrong tonight, one bridesmaid is currently secured at an undisclosed location.
I don’t take edits: Hey, you’re a fan of mine. Isn’t this the kind of audacity that drew you to my work in the first place?