My brain can’t handle not knowing what’s happening in the world.
My heart can’t handle knowing.
If you made it all the way to the end without audibly groaning, you might want to see a doctor.
Can someone direct me to the Daylight Savings and Loan?
And Phoebus’ car
shall shine from far
to make and mar
the easily-distracted historians.
It’s getting harder these days to find a tv show that actually has episodes and isn’t just a ten-hour movie broken up into chunks.