Smitty! Will you come over to turn my composter?
You’re the mechanic… fix it! It’ll only cost you for the parts.
Oh, you’re coming… as the lunch.
They love ’em too. Some with syrup, and some with hot sauce.
Until the next round of inflation.
There isn’t much space in a wormhole.
The only suspension on mine is two little springs under the seat. I feel a jolt for every bump in the yard.
In rural Texas the term is ‘soda water’.
This strip must be drawn south of the equator.
Clearly. She can say, Uhuh as she scrolls through her phone.
Smitty! Will you come over to turn my composter?