They lay down on their backs and put their legs and arms toward the sky.
Jeffrey. Knock knock, Who's there? NOT JEFFREY
Trying to read the road signs!!!
Nothing they've never met.
Irene
Is it your right thigh, or your left? Or does the answer lie somewhere in the middle?
A dead centipede.
Because the beach never waved back.
Sum of beaches.
There's a little bit of good in everybody.
Dad.
An Irishman trying to get a tan.
Holding their hands up
Because the sky is
The coming of the Lord.
When they're on their backs, they're screwed.
Because eggs were going up!
