Until you either do not go or go to Wil Wheaton’s party, you are simultaneously my friend and not my friend. I’m characterizing this phenomenon as Schrödinger's Friendship.

Like a box of crayons, we are all born with an astounding range of color options, from Mauvelous to Tickle Me Pink.

Nevertheless, I was wholly incapable of keeping my paws from my dong once it started the climb up my belly.

He's just put salt in his tea instead of sugar. What a comical error!