So, how about something on tiny anime mouths?

“Is Esther nice, my precious? Is she juicy? Is she scrumptiously crunchable?”

So true. And then there's the problem of what they give you at the food bank. My husband sorted through our take there and left behind food I literally could not eat (hotdogs give me migraines) but we still got entirely too many cans of green beans and corn. It took us a year to eat all the cans of corn left over…

Huh. Google says the German word for raccoon is “Waschbär”. Wash bear? Sheesh.

Getting any form of public assistance is hard work too. You have to fill out reams of paperwork and provide tons of documentation over and over to get food stamps or help with your utilities or, sometimes even to visit a food pantry. When my husband was unemployed, I was temping and often pulling in just a few hours…

My dad worked a sales route from St. Louis that included little towns in central, eastern and southern Missouri in the late 60s. He came home after one trip and told us he heard a radio preacher offering autographed pictures of Jesus.

That would only work for me if everyone else in my building got one too. Otherwise, I’d get buzzed by every delivery person and visitor to the building.

That would only work for me if everyone else in my building got one too. Otherwise, I’d get buzzed by every delivery…

They look like toys! I think they're cute!

I usually like sour stuff, but all the kombuchas I’ve try taste nasty to me.

They missed the St Louis Art Museum, which only charges for special exhibitions, and you can get into those for free on Fridays. It is worth your time to park a short distance away and avoid the cost of the parking garage.

I used to suffer from periodic sleep paralysis as a child. I don’t remember much other than thinking I was awake and unable to move, and an invisible, enormous weight on my chest.

Three days of working reception this week have left me with a sore jaw from gritting my teeth to avoid snapping a millenials who call to ask me questions and who reply to any answer with “Perfect!”, even a politely worded version of “Don’t call here again, stupid.”

No wonder it’s smirking.

The author of the story you linked to seems unaware of the existence of refreezable ice packs, which allow you the option of tucking your lunch into your desk drawer if you work at an office with a fridge robber.

Here’s the thing... Ancient Egyptian religious beliefs held that the saying of your name after death granted you immortality, hence the need for tomb inscriptions that featured the name of the deceased (and for their enemies to chisel their names away, as sometimes happened. The work of Egyptologists and philologists…

I had to furiously roll my eyes at the idea that the detention center would have let him keep that pendant around his neck.

I’ve smelled corpse flowers twice. Neither or them smelled worse than a mildly ripe garbage can, unlike durian.

My brain must be wired differently. I have had my pleasure wrecked relatively often by an untoward bit of pain turning “ah” into “ow”.

Circulating.

Perhaps this is a changing situation. The biggest library system in my area has a pretty good selection of D&D books, including recent titles.