By this time it qualifies as “vintage particle board”. Think about that.
Seriously, that leaf needs to get its shit together.
COVID-19 has all kinds of complications.
Don’t let them privatize the U.S. Postal Service. It would never be the same.
Self-pity and phlegm could have a gross-out contest.
This is the sort of thing that happens to other people. Not to me.
Wearing masks, we keep everything to ourselves. Everything.
All we think about these days are life and death.
They were here in January, too, when we returned from New Hampshire. I cried when I saw them.
“English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?”