The tan lines where you can tell they had their bikini bottoms/banana hammocks pulled up to their collar bones. Those were the days.

You don’t know that. They might, but they might not.

So true, especially re: Insomnia. I got through maybe a quarter of that piece of crap before I had to call it a day.

I know! I remember reading it and thinking “oh, that clears it up, then. Wait, no it doesn’t!”

And my ears and eyelids just to be safe.

This scene is so fucked up. Then it becomes funny, then it circles back around to fucked up again. It’s a winner, in any case.

Oh, no. No, no, no. No.

Contracting and recovering from legionnaires’ disease on an endless loop?