Ever feel like you're just spinning your wheels? Molly doesn't.
Hello Twitter, I am coming to you live from a pile of my own fetid waste products.
Regardless, the dinner date ended early.
"Man, I bet announcing that we're ready to kill a dude is going to get me a lot of retweets!"
Pretty sure you could skip church this time and heaven would understand.
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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