Perhaps this will be the year after the Winter Solstice when it just continues to darken earlier each night, until the last sunlight winks out after 30 seconds one random Spring afternoon, never to return again…
batkaren
joke's on you, bullies—there's nowhere I'd rather be than inside my locker
Sure, you start out on softer stuff like Jim Henson, but before you know it, Sweetums is your gateway muppet into Sid and Marty Krofft, and next thing you know you’re mainlining H.R. Pufnstuf on a Saturday morning.