Behold the Binatone Brick!
By the way
Fresh Meat trio…
“Someone never grew up around live ammunition!”
“Let’s just fuck it all off and hire a barge!”
“I’m drowning in a sea of tea.”
I find it hard to text when I have just trimmed my nails.
People fall over and graze their knees
And other such catastrophes.
“flapping his arms around”
The tap is rendering the click obsolete.
I keep my ground coffee in a Rapunzel box.
Parkour on Monday, dancing on Tuesday.
Tuesday morning achey knees, Wednesday morning fine.
Should I Parkour or dance more?
The red light in his glasses could have been a reflection of all the evil in the world or of that within. Or just a red light in his glasses.