Whenever I eat egg sandwiches, a traffic jam occurs in my throat.
To swallow or not to swallow..that is the question.
Whenever I eat egg sandwiches, a traffic jam occurs in my throat.
To swallow or not to swallow..that is the question.
Trying to dicipher the hidden code on the Dr. Bronner’s All In One! soap bottle.
There must be something in there…
Pop! Pops pop pop pops a pop as pop pops pop pop pops and pop pops.
Wonder why that would be.
It is a bit depressing to hear birds chirping at an intersection at midnight on Sunday. Makes me feel like it’s already Monday morning.
If commercial airplanes fly closer to the ground or ocean, it’d be more fun to fly.
It’s probably a good thing that they don’t.
When I come to think of it, it is a bit nerve racking to constantly sit in front of something that can pop out suddenly as I drive.
Surprises can be dangerous.