What psycho decided it was a good idea for kids to hunt for chocolate easter eggs right when the spring thaw reveals all the dog poop?
Why do they call it “a crystal meth addiction” and not “methamaddicts?”
– flirting shouldn’t be this easy
10 years of ninja training, and now all I use it for is to quietly unwrap candies when the kids are in the other room.
I suspect that my cat has plans to kill me, but has just never been awake long enough to carry them out.