When I see an elk’s butt, I get the urge to pull up its “pants”.
This planet is a clever escape room.
Flip over some lawn and there may be a hidden clue.
Returning from a dental exam:
“Which one is 230?”
“Had no idea you are a shark.”
A possibility of thousands of ticks latching onto my legs was the least of my concern.
They are just thirsty, just like I was.
Do TOTO workers keep TOTO lists?
What makes sense is not necessarily what is right.
Walked out of my stall; saw a person waiting for my stall; saw ten other empty stalls around my stall.
Wonder what it was about my stall that made it special. Should have made another queue outside that stall to find out.
A drinking game: every time a paper says ‘least squares’, have a sip.
It doesn’t happen very often though.
I could be swallowed by an orca during takeoff on a seaplane. Or a humpback whale.
The cow slipped off from a mozzarella container into a river. And then, I became a superwoman.
The cow was fine.
Adding items to a TODO list after doing them makes my nostrils flare a bit.
Properly inflated nostrils.
There ought to be special yoga for recovering from dealing with customer service.
Today, Autumn decided to dust off its winter jacket.
If I want my descents in 100 million years to be mermaids, should I make a family rule to soak the bottom half of the body in water as much as possible?
Is it time to merge l and r here yet?
Had I seen Hip Hip Hoorah! in 1949, I probably would have felt the same way as I feel about Yo.
WaldorF Salad at a Miracle of Statistics restaurant?
Wonder if I can outrun a bunny.
Will test next time I experience a bunny stampede.
Looking up an image of a jigger took away my appetite for a cocktail.
Would changing the max tweet length to 141 cause a larger or smaller revolt than 200?
Guessing: 139 >> 200 > 141