when i was a kid my parents bought me an inflatable doll of the Scream by Edvard Munch (??) that was significantly taller than i was at the time and i used to slow-dance with it and pretend it was my boyfriend. It had its hands attached to its head obviously so it felt like he was always a bit horrified to be forced to dance with me
i didn’t need no imaginary friends i had Screaming Joe right here !
Sometimes a family is just 4 really huge kale leafs and a beautiful young woman who’s going to chop them up and sautee them in olive oil with lots of garlic
I tjink if god was real he would spread this heat wave out so everybody could get just a little hot. For instance its 52*F where i am amd I’m miserable
