Out with it.
We’re carrying everything without a nautical theme out to the curb. (Note to Marvin: that hideous mantle clock of yours is safe.)
Capital!
The tour was like a skateboard and a rocket and an airless void and a volcano and an ocean and a steamboat and an ambulance and a mental ward.
Down count.
Speaking of life threatening, the man-sized tuber has volunteered to cook dinner this evening.
Plan it.
On the advice of my analyst, I’ve been treating all of my accidents as intentional lately, just so that I feel more in control of my life.
Keyed off.
Wouldn’t want to be halfway out to Aldebaran without a spare dime in our pockets, now would we? (Would we?)
Dog days.
What the hell. I thought I put that sucker out to the curb. Is that the same one, or another, identical one? Hey… same to you, Lincoln! Jeezus. Why are you so bad tempered?
Man, I’ll tell you - tempers run short here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill in the middle of July. All this [...]
Cruciferous mayor.
Weaving? Yes, we had that. Sudden drops in altitude? Most def. And what about those dramatic gravitational variances? Well, we endured our share.