The Golden Ticket Survivors Support Group
For everyone telling me to get over it? Remember that I was juiced! As a child!
For everyone telling me to get over it? Remember that I was juiced! As a child!
A brief mea culpa from me: as the lone cook of this dinner, I cannot help but feel that I have to bear at least some responsibility for this.
I was wondering if we could do this another way. Maybe one that doesn’t require rolling on broken glass or literally lighting each other on fire?
Everyone’s favorite sauce now in chip form! Hot Hot Hollandaise has a triple dose of cayenne for a thoroughly throat-scorching encounter.
When Paul cried as a child, and his tears created the Great Lakes, it was because of me, the bunion pressing in on his other toes.
I want to feed my cell phone to an alligator without causing the alligator any digestive issues.
Podcasting: In your 2 AM hunt for distraction, you stumble on a fun fact. Did you know that platypuses are blue and green under ultraviolet light?
Instead of a 007 who is handsome, smooth, and combat-trained, what if we went with a 40-year-old guy who is allergic to bees.
On this side, perhaps a breathtaking view of a rugged mountain range soaring up majestically in the distance? Nope, just trees.
- Repeat grades six and seven, objectively my most awkward years - Untangle holiday lights - Menstruate for an entire month
It’s true that in every other context “primary” means first in order. But words and their ordinary meanings can be misleading.
Who is the real monster here? The tentacled creature lurking in the vapor outside… or were you all the real monster this whole time?