Tucker And Dale -
Allison, who had been watching the entire day with growing suspicion, took off her glasses. “Wait. You pulled me out of the river. You offered me a Band-Aid and a Sprite.”
“The cellar floods every spring,” Tucker said. “It’s more of a mosquito sanctuary.” tucker and dale
By evening, the body count was zero—but the accident count was legendary. One kid jumped out of a second-story window because he saw Dale holding a sickle (it was a weed whacker). Another ran into a closed bear trap (the non-lethal, jaw-spreader kind) and limped around howling for an hour. A third tried to “stealthily” cross the murder swamp and sank up to his waist in muck. Allison, who had been watching the entire day
Allison looked at the chainsaw. At the jar of pickled eggs. At the two most terrified, well-meaning faces she’d ever seen. And she started to laugh. You offered me a Band-Aid and a Sprite
The bees took that personally.
