Me: Are these genetically modified tomatoes?
Clerk: No, why do you ask?
Tomato: Yeah, why do you ask?
Horse puns?
Where weβre going, we donβt need billionaires.
My cat won.
Catastrophe.
Most machines can be smoke machines.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I remind myself that I really shouldnβt trust Google Maps.
