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...
Nummy-time!--Cal
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.
It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.
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...
