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I stay up nights worried that my boys will not strive to be anything more than the chairman of the board of directors for a Fortune 500 trans-Atlantic conglomerate.
I don’t need my dead body being jabbed into on a cutting board by doctors. I'd rather help the humanities with their flow of corpses.
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I love Gabe. He's half me. And I’m sure that fact has something to do with his literal clinginess to Kristina's quadruple-D, turn-to-see milk-pillows.
When the Magic School Bus Program was canceled due to budget cuts, Ms. Frizzle took the opportunity to retire.
Germany has some of the best damn beers in the world. And unfortunately I'm not drinking any of them, because I can't afford too.
Many major magazines outlines writer's guidelines of what to send, when they should really be telling you what NOT to send.
Choose robot companion for president, as you inevitably prefer living in a blinged up White House adorned with gold droplets of dried Mexican tears.
In "PS 102 - The New Racism" we'll show you how to dismiss any challenge to your racist views—no matter how valid—as liberal "political correctness" run amok.
What would be the countless ripples born by an administration that insists that the only thing to fear is not fear itself, but the consequences of hope?
Day 33: Trump announces the appointment of his boyhood idol as Treasury Secretary. Scrooge McDuck is approved by a Republican congress the next day.
I've cracked the case wide open. It all traces back to the 1998 Tropical Para-Dance at Windy Meadow Middle School.