Beer. The 70s. Keeping an unholstered loaded gun in your pants. Take your pick.
The sun and in person human contact. Both burn.
Death ray, so if danger does come along she’s ready for anything. She can ray it to death!
Math. It all comes down to math.
No. I bet my attention span is too short for that. I’ll start thinking about the etymology of the word “hypnosis” and forget to be hypnotized.
Thanksgivings suck. He’s all “I’m so thankful for my millions of dollars, the adoration of my fans, my Ferrari…” and I’m like “I’m thankful Dunkin got my order right this time…”
The floor won’t be open to discuss this until he figures it out himself.
What do you like to stay away from?
Razor wire and soda.
Would you put Synthia in danger or a death ray?
Put her IN a death ray? As in her arm gets fused to a death ray and she now has a death ray for an arm? Yes, please.
How is hot ice even possible?
Well, when hydrogen and oxygen love each other very much…
Have you ever been hypnotized?
They tried. It didn’t work.
What is it like to have a more famous older brother?
Freeing. No one gives a hoot what I’M up to, plus I still have some financial stability (he’s MORE famous, but I still have my fans). It allows me to focus on my passions, like money laundering and poignant art films about bluegrass.
5. I was once at a show with a hypnotist, but it didn’t work on me.
6. I don’t have a brother, let alone an older sibling, but I’d probably seethe with passive-agressive jealousy during family gatherings.
He’s an obnoxious jerk who deifies dirty cops. Same old, same old.
Obnoxious jerks who deify dirty cops.
There are no death rays, no space lasers, nada. Lasers are there just to entertain cats.
I don’t know, but my friend who worked in a jewelry store kept showing me this ring she claimed was a ‘hot ice piece.’ I’d ask her, but we don’t talk anymore.
Yes, by George Clooney. You do mean that kind of hypnotized, right?
My older brother has a Star Trek novel dedicated to him. That’s about as famous as any of us got. It’s OK, I guess.