Killers can turn rusty doorknobs and cross the most decrepit and warped hardwood floor without making any measurable sounds, but their victims’ tiniest movements clock in around 92 decibels.
Everyone but me swallows pills without water with no problems.
Lawyers get hired on the spot in one interview by impressing the partners.
All spies meet on park benches.
All police chiefs are angry, middle-aged black men who are sick of your excuses.
All criminals can be triangulated by cellphone towers and advise recognized in seconds, but cases over five years old are still on paper and hidden away in “the archives,” which are “still waiting to be alphabetized.” They are run by an officer with an odd personality who knows exactly where every case file is.
]]>Taurus: Zillow
Gemini: Trivago
Cancer: Day One Journal
Leo: TMZ
Virgo: Excel
Libra: SHEIN
Scorpio: mSpy
Sagittarius: FanDuel Casino
Capricorn: Empower
Aquarius: Khan Academy
Pisces: Headspace
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]]>LIGHTENING: A drop in the level of the uterus during the last weeks of pregnancy as the head of the fetus engages in the pelvis.
Please stop mixing these two up. I keep picturing giant babies emerging from the storm clouds whenever someone spells lighting with an ‘e’.
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]]>CLERK: ZZ Top.
ME: Wha?
CLERK: You. Your beard.
ME: […]
CLERK: You look like the ZZ Top guy.
ME: I’ve gotten that before, yes.
CLERK: Yeah, I bet. That Dirty Hill guy. That’s who you look like.
ME: You mean Dusty Hill?
CLERK: Whatever it was. Here ya go, ZZ.
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