Oh, forgot to mention unusual encounter at brunch. We were walking in to the restaurant, and this lady was sitting on the bench out front talking on the phone. She says "hold on a second", puts the phone to her chest, stops me to ask "did you break both your legs?". What?? No! And we walked in the door.
I mean. Really? No conversation. No, how ya doing? And the first thing you assume is I broke BOTH legs? There are crazy people in this world.
extreme mind boggle
She interrupted her phone call to ask a stranger if you broke your legs!
Expecting a very busy day, so I had to get that off my mind before I get out the door to work. Seriously.
runs out the door shaking head
It's sad when you eat something that's supposed to be a bit of a forbidden treat, and you find it no longer tastes as good to you as it used to. Re: the chocolate glazed donut I just ate.
omnis, that was a nice thing you did. Glad she turned out to be good company and not an axe murderer.
Where do axe murderers stash their axes? Is it like the swords on Highlander?
Where do axe murderers stash their axes? Is it like the swords on Highlander?
It would be kind of cool if most axe-murder victims were other axe-murderers. But... um... recursion loop... might not work.
No can haz coffee. No can haz complete sentences.
It would be kind of cool if most axe-murder victims were other axe-murderers. But... um... recursion loop... might not work.
Clumsiness and tripping have got to be lifestyle hazards.
omnis, wtff? People, I swear.
I wonder if the hatchet-murderers ever feel sad that they didn't become a trope like those poser axe-murderers.
I wonder if the hatchet-murderers ever feel sad that they didn't become a trope like those poser axe-murderers.
It's so much harder to murder someone with a little hatchet! No one appreciates the effort. No, it's all about the gore these days. Ever since Lizzie Borden.
No appreciation for artistry these day. Kids.