Suggested wine pairing: Ronsonol with Grappa.
THE MOUNTAIN TIME HURLY BURLY,
much like the Domino’s I worked at when I was 20 or whatever, has been mismanaged. I really wanted to put up three episodes this week, but due to the previous weeks that were limited to two, we’re stuck with two.
Yes, this is a Monday-Thursday week, but at least you don’t have to eat terrible pizza.
Dawn hasn’t arrived, she died at like the beginning of the arc! Clearly that’s why there’s no light.
Even if she were to bring the light, she’d probably mix up whether it goes above or below the horizon.
This truly is an event equal to the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny, you never know who’s gonna die next. RIP olive frog guy. RIP-bbit. I saved a panel of you shrugging once to use as a reaction image.
Man, his name is Stupid Monster, but now I really want to change it to Oliver F. Guy.
Ah, yes Donna in her natural habitat. And while humanity may be in its twilight, we can see nature healing.
There’s always room for multiple names and titles. One man’s Patchbeard is another’s Peter Puberty.
Bear: “The buzzards laid their eggs in season and lovingly fed their young. Earth had nourished them bountifully for centuries. She would nourish them for centuries more.”
Cold: I can feel the name morphing into Oliver F. Guy as I type.