They flip through us, only searching for people they know or ... GASP, their own pictures.
I would think you'd need to be on some type of drug to fight people for a living.
One day we hope to live in a world where people run marathons and don't speak of it.
The people who live in this house are really tiny and I wanted to be a jerk on that day.
The people who I was delivering the package to actually live in that bush, so I did my job well here.
Gasp, they're at the gates. And it's such a nice day out. What an Ironic day to die.