It’s Friday. I have my finger on the deployment button. 3… 2… 1… never mind, let’s wait til Monday.
One Liners
“Frustration has many fathers.”
—George Martin, Sound Pictures (page 196)
In the ✨future✨ we’ll tell of the days when AI conjured images of lewd farm activities.
If the offense gets a ghost runner in extra innings, then the defense oughta get a ghost out.
The timing was just right for the whole family to be together at the top of the stairs to catch the sunset out the hallway window.
I’m a stir the pre-stirred yogurt sort of stirrer. Stirring’s a craft and no one stirs how I stir.
One of those neighborhood libraries in someone’s front yard, but for vinyl records.
Scratch that — that was someone else’s wedding ring. Mine is still very much lost and will likely stay that way, so I’m considering a tattoo replacement.
I lost my wedding ring on Sunday and it turned up three days later, five miles from my house, and full circle back on my finger.
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