I see the name Adam Driver, and I start imagining a Garden of Eden heist story and a surefire plan to get away that goes awry.
“What do you mean, we don’t have a getaway car?”
“THEY HAVEN’T BEEN INVENTED YET!”
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
I see the name Adam Driver, and I start imagining a Garden of Eden heist story and a surefire plan to get away that goes awry.
“What do you mean, we don’t have a getaway car?”
“THEY HAVEN’T BEEN INVENTED YET!”
The human body has so much that can go wrong with it, especially when under stress, for instance, some people are genetically predisposed from birth to become wolves.
— Maggie Stiefvater
Everything unknown to us must be fictional or nonexistent.
~ the unimaginative
Thanksgiving Eve: when fugitive birds of all types sit around the campfire and swap stories about their respective narrow escapes…
November 16 is National Fast Food Day.
Werewolf: “ALL food is fast food if you have to chase it down first.”
“Touch me somewhere I’ve never been touched,” she breathed.
“I heard Poughkeepsie is nice this time of year,” I said.
“That… wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she replied.
Fried fish sandwich and fries, and on the recommendation of our serving person, banana cream pie for dessert. The banana cream pie was a pleasant surprise. I expected it to be good; it was better than that. The ‘cream’ was more like the custard you’d find in a crème brûlée than the pudding I was expecting.
A werewolf walks into a diner at the full moon, sits down, and orders pot roast.
“I’m sorry, hun, we’re fresh out,” the waitress tells him.
It would have to be steak, then. He hadn’t had meatloaf since that unfortunate event with Jack.
“I’ll do that for you if you give me that cephalopod you’re holding.”
“But that would be…”
“Yes. A squid pro quo.”