"Don't take that one Dro. His name is Fred. He's my favorite sandwich friend."
Lizzy was on a mission. She couldn't remember what it was or who it was for, but she was going to continue walking in circles until she remembered.
Getting mad air.
See, told you. That used to be a CSO.
Contrary to legend, Cassie was not born with a plastic spoon in her mouth. Because that's not a thing people say. It makes no sense.
The Fire Marshall carrying fire extinguishers. I had a shot of him carrying snow cones, but this one made more sense.
At this exact moment, he was contemplating how "cheetos water" would look and taste.
"Wait, where did I put my BIG watch?"
Nail biting is a terrible affliction.
Guy on ladder: You know those things you're sitting on make it look like- Hanging guy: Shut up. Guy on ladder: You know those things you're sitting on make it look like-
Hanging guy: Shut up.
Cassie knew that I was taking her picture. She thought there was nothing unusual about it. She had no idea I was lining it up so the portapotties would be in the background.
It's a hipster monster. Don't let it touch you. I'm pretty sure it'll turn you plaid.
Oh, nevermind. It was just his head. And it turned into ground beef. That's convenient.
That man's arm spontaneous combusted! Someone help him!