O, and no child back in the day would have dreamt of using the infantile “dino” abbreviation.
Speaking as a man, and on behalf of the spear side of the race, let me tell any ladies reading these words that men are jerks.
Some of the chapter subheadings from Empty Ideas by Peter Unger
An American man marries a Serbian immigrant who fears that she will turn into the cat person of her homeland’s fables if they are intimate together.
If a lion were laughing, how could we tell?
Or is the very idea nonsense?
Eldredge possesses a chart of the historical development of cornets (the musical instruments), which he uses as a comparison with that of the development of trilobites.
Although I am pretty sure at 7 I would have known Boaty McBoatface was not a normal name for a boat.
So Mrs. Lee had been a blob of human clay that he had sculpted into the Queen of Oil.
The Wind in the Willows was never one of my favorites. How can you have a hero who is a greasy little frog?
A chill needle ran up my neck. The fucking dog talked. The fucking dog talked. I couldn’t move.