The Minutes of Our Last Meeting | Coronavirus Task Force Meeting
While you eat McNuggets, I will gladly plant my face in your tossed salad.
While you eat McNuggets, I will gladly plant my face in your tossed salad.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.