So, I’m really into insects. My mom got upset this morning when I called and asked what her plans are for Moth Thursday.
I can guarantee you won’t feel any pain, in “no one’s hurtin” terms.
The coolest ‘river-fishing’ themed restaurant has hip waiters.
Expecting dry skin immediately after a shower is a towel order.
I broke out in a waltz today. It was just once of those happens dance things.
Undead insects? Some bees don’t want to bite you, but zombies do.
It’s easy to sabotage a peaceful protest among my Arabic relatives. It’s like taking Gandhi from habibi.
There are few guarantees in life but a blue sky is azure thing.
Ask yourself: M.I.A. person who is likely to disappear for no reason?
The satisfaction of telling people to go to hell is eff ’emeral.