THE TENTH WEEKLY SIX: Stories, books, left in the tumble dryer for too long shrunken into mini size. Still not testing my roman numerals capacity yet either.
Shhhh!
What?
Listen!
What?!… (see below)
Twisted metal, head-on. Spacecraft insurance nightmare.
Parental Advisory: Kids spill your secrets.
Firefighters in hell. Hot, eternal irony.
Her stare, vacant: I moved in.
Bad review. Google Map. Knock, knock.
…Bones crunching!
Bones crunching! 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
Who could it be? What could it be?
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s what I’ve been wondering…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Quite interesting ones! The firefighters was such irony and vacant stare, today was on my face 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ve been guilty of some vacant stares in my time 🙂 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well as a wife, that vacant stare is worrisome for dear hubby! 😋😋
LikeLiked by 1 person
In real life
:p
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely! I spoke from real experience! 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Laughing. I loved the one about her vacant stare.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think that was my favouritd too. Cheers 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person