I’m with Blake. I STILL don’t know those things.
(or always forget, one more indicator of my poor language learning ability)
I loved playing dress-up as a kid, and gender never seemed to be a factor. That’s what imagination is about, right? Being someone/where else?
For Superman, its kryptonite. For others, perhaps their weakness is chocolates.
In expected retaliation for yesterday, Vachel once again gets the last laugh. Hard to fault him on this one. :)
The pure evil-ness of this just cracks me up. And especially when it’s one of the few times that Vachel tries to have fun and play along. Poor fella.
If one is type-casting, this arrangement does make the most sense.
The best insults take a while to parse out. If for no other reason than it gives you a running start.
Right and wrong does seem to change as we grow up, doesn’t it.
Haunted houses and the like are a strange mix. When people jump out at me, I’m scared, but the rest is so hokey! :)
Parents will do amazing feats when they detect that their child is at risk. One of nature’s mysteries.
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