I am having the worst bad hair today today.
My dad being faux-petulant after my mum was "mean" to him:
Mum (who's currently poorly): My chest is so sore.
Dad: That's baby Jesus driving a Panzer tank across your chest.
Mum: ...
Dad: That's what you get for being nasty to me!
It would now appear that I can’t even sit in sunlight without breaking out in hives.
I AM QUEEN OF THE ALLERGIES!
JAZZ. LOOK. LOOK WHAT I FOUND WHEN SEARCHING FOR EPIC LEOTARDS.
YOU NEED TO DRAW BASE IN THIS. TRYING TO EMPATHISE WITH ELORA. OR SOMETHING.
“He didn’t remember anything about his two brothers, both dead at an early age.”
hmmmm…eh?
“The angry mouse scrambled to his feet, breathing hard. Suddenly he ran at Birch and Hermux.”
I know that’s two sentences, but the first one alone, in this context, made me look like a sicko. I swear, this is the last time I read a teenage novel…
{a Hermux Tantamoq adventure: The Sands of Time by Michael Hoeye}.
’He advised Caffrey that in delivering the note he might “orally and discreetly inject the thought” that public French cooperation at this time “should help create a more favorable atmosphere for the important economic and financial talks” that France planned to initiate soon.’ - John Gimbel, Origins of the Marshall Plan
ORALLY AND DISCRETELY INJECT - Awwww yeah!
