They dropped out of the earliest lineup of Jethro Tull after suffering from the effects of smallpox and the rigors of constant touring via ox cart.

The danger is inflated.

Thank you, Maura, and I know you know how good it feels to be published there!

Great. Three divorces later and now there's a damn map.

Still waiting for my own 40s hotness to come in even though I'm well past that decade.

Nice profit and the restoration took only sixty seconds.

This is lovely, Sheila.

Rick, I missed your post about your missing my post. We suck at social media. I emerged from my mom's basement (I'm 23 years old) & took a break from literary deathscrolling. Skin is now raw from exposure to sun. I'm glad you're submitting & publishing your good, good work. No, I'm not. Yes, I am.

"For Christmas I gave you the ham that thinks it's a meat!"

The job of a Danish butter cookie is to distract us and divert our attention from those weird little Danish canned hams.

You have a lot of friends. Is it safe for so many people to feel the power at the same time on the same day?

Alas, I can only dream of what a paradise New York City must be, with pizza by the slice and talking trash-can puppets. Here in grimy old London, pizzas can only be purchased whole and every single puppet is haunted.

Mr. President, is South Africa in the room with us right now?

The dog wears suspenders because someone forgot to buy duct tape, plus it's a dog, not a damn barbarian, isnt it?