Heavy on the hedge, light on the maze.
Don’t kinkshame ghosts. They have it hard enough already, what with being dead and vengeful.
All Work and No Play Makes Trapp a Dull Boy.
At least he didn’t want anything that needed a blender.
A ghost in the sheets, also a ghost in the other sheets.
Sure, they’re doing a singalong in the other car, but check out all this old cold coffee in my cupholder! Eh? EH?
When the gang take a writer's retreat, a homicidal Trapp becomes hell-bent on producing just one damn sketch. Meanwhile, haunted by premonitions, Sam valiantly dawdles.
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