Forget Superman, I want the superpower to be able to mysteriously hoist my paralyzed self onto a hand truck and strap myself in.
Between Big Tail and the buff squirrel, the café have got their work cut out for them.
Besides, if Poncho really was asleep for years, wouldn’t the rest of his fur grow out too? Not just a beard? Good thinking, Boomer.
How is it that mail is still pouring in the front door when the mailman is clearly walking away?
What do people say again? Thirst? Sounds about right…
Forget Superman, I want the superpower to be able to mysteriously hoist my paralyzed self onto a hand truck and strap myself in.