You can pay for whatever you want, but I just want to warn you that I prefer to stay at places that don’t start or end with the word ‘motel.
~ Elle Lothlorien
Mouse likes to drag you to uninhabited areas with no cell signal—all those places perfect for dying of exposure.
Don’t take this the wrong way, but Australians have a LOT of bitches on their cashola.
I try not to laugh too loud, afraid a bark-like noise will be mistaken by any great whites lurking in the area as the distress call of a juvenile seal.
Locals. They’ll eventually get out. They’re annoyed. Like when Americans go to the lake. And it’s closed. ‘Cause some kid pooped in the water.
Hey…you don’t look like a rabbit.
I grimace, thinking someone should come up with a new phrase for 'I left the ocean without a kiwi-sized chunk of my lower-left butt cheek' to replace the rather nebulous term 'exploratory bite.
