I’m a coffee-table book. My only requirements are to be (1) big, (2) colorful, and (3) have lots of pictures. The lack of challenge leaves me flat.
Don’t call me “a houseplant.” Note my creation of oak-leaf patterns in oval frames. It would be like calling Picasso “a man.”
Not today, Honey. The last time you went out I thought I was never going to get your knit cap off.
Let’s pretend we’re two eyes with coke-bottle lenses, and that’s our wild hair.
YOU GUYS AT THE FRONT OF THE LINE: keep moving! We just left our base camp, and we have to find a good place to stop before dark!