A note to the woman in the lobby at the ice rink whose son beeped loudly and incessantly like a backing-up-vehicle for 15 minutes:
You're lucky there were no hockey sticks handy.
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
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