Just not that one
I spent way too long wondering what it could possibly mean to deduct your mortgage from your rent.
A white with basalt? How gauche.
Pick it up after he throws it and throw it back!
Or maybe metric should measure in Hartleys
Epic rap battles of capitalism
I’m so glad all those emails don’t go to waste
If he ever dies I fully expect this dialog to appear
Until you cook them. Then they’re purple-ly clear.
If Lovecraft were alive today one of his stories would start with this line.