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You see, the devil couldn’t reach you, so he sent us to test you. To torment you. To destroy your inner and outer peace.
Remember, it’s not getting an answer as much as creating an experience—not may they pass, but also should they?
It’s not your typical low-grade fever or boo-boo that goes away after your mom kisses it.
You are fairly confident you read one. Your eyes scanned the letters, making them into words, and scanned the words, making them into sentences.
US to UK: Simply adding an extraneous "u" to your US size now gets you the perfect fit across the pond.
Mild Bill preferred to spend his nights playing Scrabble, drinking probiotic soda, and enjoying a light Caesar salad if he really felt frisky.
The kitchen’s behind that door. Craig, our cold dishes chef, will sulk if you don’t order any salads.
Now, this is where it continues to not get interesting, so stay with me.
My kids? They’re doing all right. My boy’s a pediatric surgeon. My daughter does something with Alzheimer’s, I'm not sure.
Please try the ahi tuna croquette puffs—eat it off a toothpick next to that pool, just full of wet wet water.
Uncle Andy contained multitudes. At his worst, he was a truly hateful, combative, and cruel man. At his best, however, he was also really annoying.
Your vibe was soooo post-op lobotomy patient. Like, instead of being human, you were just impersonating one, you know?