I knew that I was ultimately powerless, and I needed an insult that could perfectly convey the full spectrum of my anger and contempt with one swift, crushing blow.
I can’t tell you what that first dance was like, except that it was an even better way to spend a weekend than a box of Cocoa Puffs and six hours of Saturday Morning Cartoons.
Conker Worm? She wracks her brain’s store of Disney creepy crawlies, but nothing comes to mind. “Conker Worm? Who’s he? How does that go?”
Things get kinda interesting. As in “vaporize a half inch thick glass jar and stand there staring at your own hand like a fool as your ears continue to ring from the sound of the blast,” i…
What could go wrong with a cactus?
WHY’RE YOU TRYINTA POISON ME?!