Aren’t some things never meant to merge? That sounds awful.
Did I run out for pizza at the wrong time?
According to my watch, didn’t you just win? And isn’t winding people up so they beat you the epitome of friendship?
Why yes, didn’t I do this on… Porpoise?
They’re a ways away, but did you know the sound is just as good all the way back?
Yeah, I really wanted to visit the Arch this morning but ran out of time. No idea if I’ll be back in September, but I hope so, that museum looks badass.
Am I not going to St Louis in September?
What choo gonna do with those post 9000 blues?
What else floats?
Maybe? I’m not sure I am, how am I supposed to keep track of you?
It’s a fair cop?
A thick, high-pie with a thin crust? Do you even structural integrity, bro?
Don’t we all float down here, Eddie?
Wait, hear me out–internal scafollding made of either dough, cheese, vegetables, in a pattern like expanded steel?
Why do you persist in this insanity? Why are you messing about with perfection and trying to make it into a terrible tomato sauce cracker?
For funs or for works?
Have you been getting into that “nettle” tincture again?
Or like this?