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Happy New Year
Are of imagination all compact...
-- Wm. Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
🤐
River: "Going back. Like apple bits, coming back up."
Simon: "But you felt okay this morning?"
River: "Played with Kaylee. The sun came out and I walked on my feet and heard
with my ears. I hate the bits.. the bits that stay down and I work, I
function like I'm a girl. I hate it because I know it'll go away. The sun
grows dark and chaos has come again. Bits. Fluids.... What am I?"
Simon: "You are my beautiful sister."
River: "I threw up on your bed."
Simon: "Yup. Definitely my sister."
😍
It's great to be smart 'cause then you know stuff.
🤓
Amy: Worms? Ew, pukatronic!
😪
You can't hug a child with nuclear arms.
😵
Hear about the Californian terrorist that tried to blow up a bus?
Burned his lips on the exhaust pipe.
😗