CONTENT WARNING: Hate speech.
Well how many do you have?
I flush, thinking dirty things.
About three tentacles?
Ew, get your mind out of the gutter.
We’re not bowling, and next time, bring your own shoes.
Rentals are disgusting.
Not that there’s anything wrong with Lyft/Uber. Except they could be cooking their books and underpaying their employees. Who knows.
Rhetorical questions. There is an art to delivering them. My parents don’t know this art that well. I answer them, and they tell me. They tell me to get a job, to be healthy, to not OD on anything, to say hi to my brother from time to time, and just to be happy while it lasts.
I might drive down to the alley and see what’s cooking up.
I can’t drive.
There is no ally.
The chef primarily makes Italian cuisine.