The secondhand smoke from his joint is already putting a smile on her face.
“And that dorm next to Dances With Dawgs is Dances With Drugs.”
The smile on Snow’s face tells me he knew the ghost would be there at that moment.
No meatballs? Then how about a small hamburger? I’m sure he’d be happy if you threw him a slider or two (or three, or four, or…)
This time, Loretta had an excuse: you’re supposed to test your smoke alarms when you change the clocks in fall and spring.
I hope he likes flowers, because pretty soon, he’ll be “pushing up daisies to welcome the sun and the morning dew”.
What happened to the rest of the newt? Was it made into cat food, or more likely, dog food (because cats are fussy eaters and dogs will eat just about anything)? Were the newts free range, or did they live on a “ranch”, like minks?
He doesn’t have it so bad; the tree he’s hanging from had that dream where he was naked in front of the whole world. And when he woke up, he was.
If you’ve first consumed mass quantities of beer, anything you’re served might seem good.
It’s said that a watched pot never boils, but I don’t know if that also works for a witched pot.
The secondhand smoke from his joint is already putting a smile on her face.