Sometime before the revolution I got into the habit of getting into the costumes of nuns. Who among us have not? None.
Since then I have allowed the giraffes on the labels on avocados to talk to me. I don't talk back, but I do pay attention.
Jump. I'm so glad for you that you don't have to feel my emotions right now. They are a lot like a riot. You are one lucky son of a bitch.
Is to twitter to crow, or to hawk? The classic tweet: I taught I taw a puddy cat.