The squid were avoiding me in elevators.
Was it my breath? Body odor? Creepy staring?
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
The squid were avoiding me in elevators.
Was it my breath? Body odor? Creepy staring?
Uncanny likeness
I didn’t know there were any elevators in urban Morris.
As George Carlin would have said: It wasn’t a “near miss.” It was a “near hit.”