Je m’appelle Johnny. Pretty suave with the moustaches, heh heh.
Seagulls: Mine, mine, mine, mine!
Serves you well, Dora, for flying Spirit or any of those cheapo airlines.
Back to Amazon Prime Stork?
[imitating Spud]: “Let me check my agenda. Is NPR’s All Things Considered on this Thursday?”
The octopus looks raw or undercooked; the guy didn’t even grill it or pour olive oil on it. Tsk, tsk.
Moses trying to justify the lie that he was the author, ha.
You mean, looking for yerba mate? Oh, wait, I got it wrong. :P
I see no “grammar nazi-ness” in his observation. Details are important, especially if you want your work to be published and seen by many.
If you don’t see Sterling, don’t worry: he’s eating grubs, grasshoppers and other critters of the undergrowth under the flower canopy. :)
Je m’appelle Johnny. Pretty suave with the moustaches, heh heh.