October comes in like a lamb, and that lamb gets roasted and slapped between two buns by a lion about halfway through.
The only shape that I know how to draw popped up in the backyard.
I will get as much life out of this damn thing as I can squeeze.
We’re going to miss him, but this one will probably feel it the most.
What in holy hell is going on here?
They can’t ever blame the fact that their height was a disadvantage.
Letting him have his favorite part of the day.
Oh, you know. Just chilling in the conference room.
The standard by which all blue is measured.
“I’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love me.”