another day thinking about The Mouse, The Bird, And The Sausage (totally wild deep-ish cut Grimm fairytale of which every part is more off the rails than the last)
My students are always learning my six sacred techniques then trying to use them against me in battle. Obviously I'm going to use the secret seventh technique to defeat them. Every day with this.
Whenever my boss wants me to do something I perform a series of dodge rolls until he loses track of me and eventually returns to his usual patrol route
Everyone who has ever been bored at school can relate to this. A child filled the margins with drawings and writing exercises, experimenting, doodling, passing the time. 🧵⬇️ (1/4)
IMPORTANT QUESTION: What is the best free restaurant bread in the United States? (ANY restaurant is eligible, but the bread must be free provided free to *every* table.)
if you want a long read that involves udders, a hot air balloon, and some extremely dubious data on egg prices, the story I’ve been working on for the last few months where I tried to single-handedly take on every government function myself is now online! www.theatlantic.com/magazine/202...
And to Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, but merely took a measured, near-lethal dose of tetrodotoxin; a neurotoxin found in the pufferfish, that can emulate the appearance of death.
Which is why his body disappeared right before the second murder! He was never the first victim, but the killer himself!
I got a Peanuts advent calendar with a little figurine for each day and so far the paint jobs have been… alarming. I think this is supposed to be Rerun but it looks like the ghost of Alfalfa from Little Rascals.
[an awkward minute passes as Death struggles to pick up change from the countertop]
Death: (embarrassed) ha ha slippery coins
Drugstore Clerk: nah man it’s cuz you got them bone hands