(insightful analysis) …I want to lick your brain.
Parenthetically, if I told my friends I wasn’t the first to write a story with twenty four foxes in it, they’d never believe me.
I am so slack~jawed with wonder an entire grizzly bear could just climb in there.
"My hovercraft is full of eels!"
"I gave it nine fucks out of ten, pretty much."
"Get these motherfucking faeries off this motherfucking plane."
It’s a bit like being in a sensory deprivation tank with Oscar Wilde, really.
I mean, let’s really get this unicorn horn on the table.
How about this: a new genre, right? Swords and Suburbia.
Please to not most of these are taken wildly out of context for maximum lolz. No one ACTUALLY stalked, seduced, murdered, decapitated, bit, or flirted with someone else. Well, maybe the flirting.