Latest in the series, “not Turklish, just bizarre”:

All through the day, I me mine, I me mine, I me mine:

Not sure what else to say, since “breezy castle want” pretty much covers every possible emotion… not to mention the fact that I’m hypnotised by stripes at the moment.

Okay, so… hmmm… Duckie is stoned and climbing… a rainbow? Meanwhile, he’s thinking about the train that will be heading down the rainbow soon. Or maybe his obvious depression has caused him to hope that a train will come down the rainbow and end his misery.

Thoughts? Baby sleepwear is so multi-faceted in its meaning.

Although if it’s my graduating class we’re talking about, then it was more like Class of Nachos Supreme.

You might try something deeper than a puddle:

The ratio of output over input: zero.

Ah, nort airport, the best place to go if you want to move to the sout:

Preparing her for the shock in advance:

I mean, how different could it actually be? Don’t answer that. It’s rhetorical.

Ah, the challenges of a double major: