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With the help of a team of epidemiologists and many lawyers, I’m confident you’ll be able to safely watch me play “Last Nite” by The Strokes.
Santiago’s Secret Sauce: Like the death of Marine William Santiago in "A Few Good Men," this crossover promotion was both tragic and unnecessary.
K. often wondered if he had become trapped in a time loop, like that movie Palm Springs. “My thesis is 467 pages long. What else is there to do?”
I mean, it’s the concrete jungle where dreams are made of (the first time I went I was 5 and I don’t really remember it).
While people escape outdoors / There will be shortage the like of which was never seen / As masses storm stores / For parchment used to keep clean
10:17 AM: I send Melissa a First Communion flashback, the time a piece of the wafer got caught in her throat and she had a panic attack in the pew.
I deserve better than this. I’m elegant. I’m refined. I was handcrafted in Vermont, you barbarian.
What did you say, maggot? You’ve got “a fever”? Dude, go get that checked out right now. Brother Cody, open the window.
His car collection takes up most of my driveway and he keeps stealing my newspapers to do his classic “Headlines” desk bit.
I'll grant any wish, especially those desires that poll well with white suburban women and Rust Belt workers without college degrees.
Well, would you look at that. Normally everyone condescends to us and makes fun of online college, but now I guess we’re all in the same boat.
The first of your progeny is not your finest. They’re laden with flaws: entitlement, jealousy, anxiety, and approval-seeking tendencies.