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Now you’re suspended on a wall of shard glass as rabid monkeys devour your intestines and Dave Matthews’ 2002 album “Busted Stuff” blasts on repeat.
Your family has a long legacy of murderers, and you hoped to marry one yourself. You envisioned a picture-perfect life as a convicted murderer’s wife.
Polls show that over 80% percent of people in their late teens have tried talking in a foreign language at least once.
We're clearly marked, "Randy's Adult Superstore"! A normal store for normal, non-sex crazed adults. What’s the issue here?
Rose* (Human Resources Officer, 1999-Present): He walked into this office on his very first day with that Hot Pocket.
Hundreds of generations of humans have been sustained on some sort of bread, the same food that I shovel into my mouth with abandon at Olive Garden.
This is a flexible position, in that you can decide when you are going to do any damn work even though you’re getting paid for it.
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The atmosphere of Big Terry’s truck was rustic Americana at its finest, from the American Flag seat covers to the Springsteen on the radio.
The situation has changed, soldier. You’ve shacked up with ultimate germ vector: A human male.
My headache thundered with every step, but we'd duel for hours with our tin-foil-covered balsa wood swords.
“It’s been a long time since I burst into tears because a publishing house didn’t get its jacket copy before deadline.”