Peabody, Maynard, Wantwit, Athol, Muckspout: fastest route to Muckspout or scathing flurry of insults?
Our goal is that incoming demons feel terrified and resentful as we prepare them for a dark future of inflicting l pain upon mortals.
If the deer flares its nostrils, it means that when you debut a new outfit, at least two people will notice and compliment you on it.
From the moment that Santa delivered Moo Moo to you under the artificial Christmas tree, Moo has felt smothered.
It’s true that in every other context “primary” means first in order. But words and their ordinary meanings can be misleading.
Not "thinning out." Not "George Costanza-ing." Nope. You're going full-on, sunscreen on your scalp, brain-practically-exposed BALD.
Even if the world was ending, I’d be pococurante, like I was in the third round of the Dayton County Regional Bee when my word was "pococurante."
It’s kind of amazing how many words you can get out of the letters W, H, and O. Think about it: There’s “who,” of course. There’s “how.” Ah, maybe it’s just two.
I want to write a novel about Schrödinger’s Cat, but I don’t know if there’s a story there or not.
— Corey Pajka, @CPajka
I don’t mean to get political, but I love a good party.
From the moment that Santa delivered Moo Moo to you under the artificial Christmas tree, Moo has felt smothered.
Not "thinning out." Not "George Costanza-ing." Nope. You're going full-on, sunscreen on your scalp, brain-practically-exposed BALD.
What’s your motive for second-guessing me every second of every day? Every week, we go through the same rigamarole.
Some people might ask, how long after modernism is it? A few hours? A few days?
What’s your motive for second-guessing me every second of every day? Every week, we go through the same rigamarole.
Children: No! Ok, I do have one ward. Just the one! She's not my actual child, it’s just… It's complicated.
You’re willing to fight for what I deserve. You categorically accept my claim that, “This is not entirely my fault.”
