People only worry about the uncanny for about a week; that's the end of their attention span. After that, suspicions turn into shtick.
I love my virginity to the apocalypse.
Dude, I just watched you climb up a f*cking building!-Lace
Lace: Are you saying that your fat-ass cat has turned me into a vampire?Cal: Um, maybe?
God, you mean I lost my virginity to the apocalypse?!
New Rule: Someone must x-ray my stomach to see if the Peeps I ate on Easter are still in there, intact and completely undigested. And I'm not talking about this past Easter. I'm talking about the last...
It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.
Probably? So you're asking me to trust my life to steel wool and peanut butter?Poisoned peanut butter.Cal, I don't care if it's nuclear peanut butter.
Nummy-time!--Cal
Ring around the rosie.A pocket full of posie.Ashes ashes, we all fall down.Some people say that this poem is about the Black Death, the fourteenth-century plague that killed 100-million people...Sadly...
