We discuss politics, computer science, philosophy, economics, gardening, and sex.
Ah, Fred Turner. I remember him from my poetry days. Once we shared a cab and figured we were probably the only two poets who had ever checked the math in a poem to make sure it was right.
Where's your talking stick?
My motto is "talk loudly and carry a little stick." So you can't really see it.
Needed an excuse to air out the pits, huh?
I believe that comment was the pits.
Oh man, you just left a pit in my soul. Perhaps I should hit the pits and regroup.
Take place in human diners, and show one omelette after another being cooked and devoured.