Lady, you can’t just let those pontoons float around, you need to tie them down with something.
He dreams of what it would be like to surf the net on the subway. One day…one day.
The electric protector of Earthrealm.
You are fart factory, slug-slimed, sack-of-rat-guts-in-cat-vomit, cheesy, scab-picked, pimple-squeezing finger bandage. A week old maggot burger with everything on it and flies on the side!