“It’s okay to put ketchup on hot dogs. ┬áNo big deal.”


Exactly what I asked for!


Similar to Christmas, earthworms have no eyes or specialized respiratory organs.


I’m expanding at the speed of light
but then so are you.

“There are no potatoes!”
They managed a daring moonlit escape last night.

and the last thing it saw.

BUNNYGOD frowns down upon our shenanigans.

The rabbit rabbis demand rice cakes be sent to the moon, posthaste.

The secret is just a garden variety revascularized overperfusion.

My blood bill skyrockets in the spring during planting season.

She told me to go over her math homework

and to use only pencils.

It’s my responsibility as a parent to attempt to unlock and awaken the primordial math beast that lurks sleeping deep within. My experiments thus far have unlocked beasts but not the right one, as of yet.

I am no longer allowed to go over math homework.

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