I never get the jump on these things, but this found me in my Facebook feed. The art looks pretty sick. I don’t recall there being a book about this portion. Part of me wonders if this will just be Peter Jackson’s attempt at fan art, which will probably be…
What do they even celebrate? (I haven’t talked about this in a few years)
It’s probably good to get this over with randomly in the book, so that the last chapter can definitely be happy. Hard to write about something like this the moment it happens. At least, for me myself If I must go senile, let me go quietly. I don’t want to…
This kid knows what he wants.
This makes me sad that that’s all they know.
How are we supposed to know where to vote if we don’t have voter information cards to check when the website can’t find it for us? I mean, I could guess.
“Where you at, boy!” Mom screamed. “It’s supper time. We are eating together like a family should. Even though it’s just two of us. That’s that!” No answer. Clearly Darnell had been stupid, avoiding all of her advice. Obviously he had sealed his fate in some cruel, early death. She…
The trio ran on and on. “Do you think we can go faster if we fart?” Michael asked. “Are you serious?” James asked right back. “Only one way to find out.” Darnell said. Needless to say, they stank up the place, even though there was so much open air. They…