A certain guilty-looking cat.
They didn’t burn them, they hung them.
He’s in a pickle now.
The three wise guys?
Are you sure it isn’t the thingamajig?
Egg-scrutiating.
Library?
Then how is he supposed to get it?
He probably will be able to stay in bed. Universal basic income is another story.
I heard once that you know you’re getting old when you see the first sign of gray—in your children’s hair.
A certain guilty-looking cat.