Conjuring up a familiar from the wrong side of the tracks.
Tree-Boy, the boy what is also a tree.
So, is there a Mrs. Peanut?
My new pet-peeve: people that don’t eat dessert and then when you’re eating dessert they talk about how they can’t believe that you’re eating dessert and how if they ate dessert they’d gain an infinity-zillion pounds and that you’re really lucky you can eat dessert and wow that looks so tasty and blah blah blah
Anyway, a carb never did me no wrong.
When I was little, I never wanted a pony. Who would want a smaller, weaker version of a horse? I wanted a giant, pitch-black Clydesdale, for striking fear into the hearts of my enemies.
It’s too hot. I cannot think.