The Real Exorcist Tapes: What the Scariest Movie of All Time Didn’t Show You
HOW ABOUT WE JUST CRAB CRAWL BACKWARDS DOWN THE STAIRS FOR AWHILE
Noo, Demon, what did we say about that?
HOW ABOUT WE JUST CRAB CRAWL BACKWARDS DOWN THE STAIRS FOR AWHILE
Noo, Demon, what did we say about that?
PENNYWISE: Want a balloon?
GEORGIE: Sry Im kinda into boats atm
PENNYWISE: That’s cool…
“This isn’t what I had in mind when I said we should hang out tonight.” “Yeah, but check out that microcosm of lost souls down there.”
Edit: Nothing bad happens in this story, so no moral lesson need be drawn
#3: The most potent form of caffeine that exists. Consider consulting a drug dealer.
We at The Sidecar are all about speaking for the voiceless obscure.
Dear Wife: I know you’ve said you really want us to take in this horrible cat.
More thoughts on film, art, romance, and cats from my childhood vault.
Some people have soft, loving, purr-fest cats. Some people have silent, watchful, cynical cats. My cat is too busy gazing into the horrors of a chaotic and unfeeling cosmos to be either of those.
“All right. Can I get you a drink, or are you ready to order?”
“Is anyone ever ready when their number comes up?”