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“Pine?” No. That’s not “pine,” bitch. That’s the smell of me frolicking through the forest with Jesus.
It doesn’t get more local than illegal reptiles for sale in your neighborhood, now does it? At least you know that they’re telling you the truth.
"Bowling for New Columbine (U.S. Moon Settlement C-97)": A look at how gun manufacturers played a pivotal role in early space colonization.
You must create a class that can be started online, moved to in-person, then back online, all simultaneously. You have the weekend to figure it out.
There are no dry cleaners open all night in my area, and so I have hundreds of bloody, or just plain smelly, shirts I don't know what to do with.
We saved lives, and now it’s safe again to watch Snow White without worrying that the theater will be overrun by pointy-eared monsters and explode.
Tragic for sure. Indeed, many of you have asked what impact the end of the world will have on your 401(k) match.
My mask's jerky hole? Yes, what’s that? It’s a hole for eating jerky. I don’t think that works. Please don’t. Oh, you’re showing me already.
I watch other people do it: strangers in masks screaming at non-maskers in public places.
"Pazuzu": What was the demon up to before possessing young Regan MacNeil in 1973's "The Exorcist"?
Co-founders, Mom & Pop LLC: You nurtured MY LIFE from wobbly startup to self-sustaining enterprise, and you’ll agree that it has paid dividends.
I have to leave you, because an appreciable amount of a chemical compound that smells like feces has been detected in Venus’ upper atmosphere.