Lunchtime, doubly so.
Don’t pay the ferryman.
Can someone please explain?
That’s ok, I read it for you. I’m not in the EU.
It’s not a dress.
Whoah whoah whoah! Who are you calling “you people”!?
This is a deeply philosophical question involving time, the nature of ‘self’ and potential for physical abilities, and indeed mortality itself.
I mean… how much of an answer do actually want?
There was this one director I used to follow really closely but then he got a restraining order put on me.
‘Takes one to know one’ as the childish jibe goes.
Where did I touch you? Can you prove it court? Otherwise I’m going to have to sue you for defamation for $100.
Giant scab?