I remember watching this in the theater and kind of being amazed at how bad it was, a what-might-have-been genre because of it

out of context that might be the most beautifully optimistic thing I've ever seen

Neighbor walking by: *looking warily at my wood chipper’s chute* say, is it normal for trees to bleed like that?

Me: oh yeah all the time. Siberian blood elm! Damn things are everywhere *coolly tosses another body part into the hopper*

picturing Frank Reynolds calling out Jolly at the top of his lungs and you rolling your eyes in the other room

I'm with her, that is not where spiders belong

I hope you're not too late, I'm still trying to get my October in order lol