Chasing a furball down the street is not working as a way of making a living, unless I'm doing it wrong.
Day of the Dead, eh? And here I thought I could get by just holding my breath and keeping real still. The flies know better, little bastards.
Death is 100% lethal. Only a single, even weak dose is enough to kill a person.
Did you know that cookies and milk cause brain cancer? That's why I stick to cookies and beer, or just beer and beer. Cookies make my butt itch, if I sit on them too long.
Elementary school was a lot of fun, but only for the first decade or so. Awkward after that, to put it mildly, until they quietly escorted me out one day with a minimum of either fuss or embarrassment, accompanied by a couple of shotguns.
For a while today I had fun watching two brown wombats fight. I didn't know that they got so big — must have been a thousand pounds each. After a while I just decided to steal the salmon they left on the bank and go have lunch. Alaska is such a fun place! I hope to see a grizzly bear soon too.
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Me? Don't have a dosage. I just chug it.
