Wilma realizes the pig is not a balloon.
She found the Grafen-Bacon spot.
“That doesn’t smell like a petunia.”
“Ya know? It does kinda look like calamari.”
[not an entry] Cthulhu got back. [nae]
Janice couldn’t get to sleep at night without her inflatable pig.
Mummy did say the coins go in the slot… hmmm… ok…
Kid, I’m telling you there’s a cork in there! I don’t care what’s written on it, just get it out before I explode!
[not in play]
Since she’s distinctly above the tail rather than below it, I doubt she’s face to face with anything untoward.
[/not in play]
Having chased the monster from under Tabatha’s bed, her guard pig now had it cornered by the dresser.
“No, I didn’t raid your toy box. Do you even have one that’s corkscrew?”
“This is not what “Goodnight Moon” means. Now leave me alone!”
I see a bad moon risin’…
“Breathe… breathe… now push! Push!”
Sorry for the late reply. All urine, @knoodler!
I guess this makes me the sicko-ist of all?
Let me see if I can top (or bottom) that.
Gorgoneions are making a comeback.
“I’m watching you press your lips to my forehead and suck!”
Pumpkin-spice decaf brain juice: for the zombie on the go.