And just like that, San Francisco became The Town Where Nobody Littered Ever Again™.
Anyone who likes you so much that they physically choke themselves a little because they literally cannot wait until they see your face again is kind of impossible to hate or even dislike a tiny bit.
Never saw the sun shining so bright!
Never saw things going so right!
Noticing the days hurrying by —
When you’re in love, my how they fly, oh
All of them gooooone!
Nothing but blue skies
From now on!
It doesn’t matter if he’s just had a bath and is now the freshest and cleanest it is physically possible to ever be. Nobody — nobody — tells a level 12 wizard where to sit, no matter how dirty he risks getting himself.
Those who speak of wisdom as the result of mistakes made and lessons learned clearly didn’t have this director-general onhand at 90% of their decision-making points. Sometimes it’s best to outsource the tough calls to an independent contractor, is all I’m sayin’.
Isn’t there a thing about not letting a ghost over the threshold of your house, lest it haunt your sleepless nights and fill your days with nameless dread and regret? Or is that vampires? Which one do you need a barrier of salt to ward against? I may not have been paying super close attention to all those Supernatural reruns. I admit this.
It’s not about being undetected while you’re on a stakeout, rookies; it’s about making sure nobody who looks at you can tell who you’re even supposed to be watching.
I want you to point to the page in the book of all laws of math and nature that says it’s 100% impossible in every conceivable case that Edgar Allan Poe could have been a dog. You can’t, can you.
Every once in a while you’re going to have a completely stupid idea, and your friends aren’t going to talk you out of it ‘cause they’re too busy watching, and you’ll say they’re a bunch of jerks, but we all know that’s a damn lie.
How come “Which one’s the evil twin?” is the question that always gets asked? Why not “Which one’s the better basketball player?” or “Which one’s got the worse sense of direction?” How about “Which one of you has the best recipe for cheddar chive biscuits?”
No, seriously, which one.