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On Friday, we hiked to a secluded waterfall, and Uncle Trader Joe held my clothes while I showered with Tea Tree Tingle Shampoo and Body Wash.
It ain't the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog. I know because my cousin operates an underground dog fighting ring.
Fuel up your chainsaws, polish your silver spheres, and crack the knuckles of your knife-fingered gloves: it's sexy male hunters from the movies.
Honest, informative, unfettered journalism has been mutilated beyond recognition by a money-grubbing truth-assassin known as “sponsored content.”
A wedding is the perfect time for a woman to grab life by the heels and power move into life's next journey, alone.
You really have to help me, Batman. My friend Jeff has a stray cat problem that could only ever be solved by the world's greatest K9 detective, Ace the Bat-Hound.
Though millennials are more likely to encounter images of snakes online than Gen Xers, they are far less likely to touch one with their own hands.
It was on my twelfth “cheat” sign-in to a dating site when I saw something that seemed utterly impossible: I matched with myself.
Comrade General Kok Suk Lee said writing letters is a good idea. Appeal to the capitalist lackeys in their Satanic Homelands, he said. I hope he's right.
I think it’s the two “U’s” when I type "vacuum" that turns my knuckles white and makes the hairs on my hands stand up. Oh, and the noise.
You don't need to write me a poem or say something witty, but if you're boring I can't help myself: I'm going to mess with you.
Going for that peak-psycho ugly-cry in a public place surrounded by crazy sports fans probably isn't going to score you any "girlfriend points."