Posts Tagged: ashley spurgeon


If my work badge doesn’t unlock the door on the first swipe, I’ve been secretly fired.

A hairball hack from my old cat is really the beginning stages of a death rattle.

Any ache or pain will suddenly escalate, and then become permanent.

If I let someone leave an argument before the problem is resolved, they will suddenly die and I will be stuck with the guilt of a bad parting.

Every elderly person who lives alone is essentially Eleanor Rigby.

That a weird garbage bag on the side of the road contains either the whole body of a child or assorted body parts of an adult.

A phone [...]