It is when the blind try to read your face
ME, SECRETLY TRYING TO HARVEST HER INK: Something super scary *I empty my popcorn bucket*
Stall
Her food is potion-controlled.
The hypocrite's the one that exists.
The expression on their faces when they got nailed.
I wouldn't let a Garbonzo bean all over my face.
They always have pecans! (Read aloud)
Because I always get weird stairs
They always worry about the worst case!
Fred.