I remember when I had all ten fingers… and both eyes. And both testicles. Be careful with bottle rockets kids.
Can confirm. Am megalodon. Am warm.
Or have your boy Geoffrey scrub it out good and proper.
Yeah it’s for when you didn’t have room for a mud room. Scrape that shit right off!
Songs from the Stars by Norman Spinrad has an interesting take on a semi-solar punk post apocalyptic setting.
Shower outside at a beach house to clean off sand