Franco and Big Mountain Man, alcoholic German puppets, and their dog Schnapps sit around and discuss yet another 1940s cabinet maker.
After that, there’s some sport or something.
She didn’t like going to her neighbor’s house, 3 doors down, because there were no streetlights with the trees casting a frightening shadow under the moon’s light, and it was always deathly silent on their street, but they had asked her to feed their cats while they were gone for two days, so with trepidation she approached the door, only to hear a sudden, terrifyingly, booming roar, followed by vicious growling, a man’s commanding voice, and bright lights flashing in the bedroom.
After she recovered from her shock, and still clutching her chest where her heart would be if it hadn’t fallen down to her stomach, she remembered that they leave Animal Planet on the television for their cats!
I powdered the hats up, mixed them with water and heated them in a little spoon, ready for injection.
As I pushed the plunger I pretended I was in a TV show and so I shouted “we need 10CCs of FASHION stat!”
I wonder about those writers who write the words I see people on TV saying.
I wonder if one day that could be me.