Still waiting on those Ninja lawyers that were promised.
I'm still waiting on something else, that should've come a long time ago.
You of course know how the primitives allege they love each other, they're always there for each other, they hang with each other, and they stand up for each other, blah, blah, blah.
They make a big deal about caring for each other.
One looks in vain, however, for any primitive expressions of sympathy for the brain-damaged primitive; this is especially surprising considering how "popular" he'd been among the primitives, when he was among them.
And his two best chums on Skins's island, the cbayer primitive and Skippy from New York City, haven't said a damned word; it's painfully obvious they don't care.
One recalls how the big guy in Bellevue called his fellow primitives "the best people ever," perhaps as a gentle reminder they were expected to contribute to his political campaign last year.
We all know how that went.
Alas! the poor brain-damaged primitive! deserted and forgotten by his fellow primitives! alas!
I'm starting to think we care more about the brain-damaged primitive than the primitives do.