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On the first day of class, I was brimming with excitement. I woke up at ten o’clock and started running around my house trying to stir up some enthusiasm for morning cocktails.
The numerous techniques in today's pornography and how they're making us cold towards the act, making it mechanical, taking out the feeling, treating the vagina like a well-oiled plastic bag with legs.
The numerous techniques in today's pornography and how they're making us cold towards the act, making it mechanical, taking out the feeling, treating the vagina like a well-oiled plastic bag with legs.
A community fee of $500 is due at the lease signing. This covers use of the STD-filled cesspit we call a pool, rusted out 70's gym equipment, moth-infested laundry center, picnic areas, and other facilities.
Tim Cook, in taking over for Steve Jobs as CEO of Apple, the most successful company on Earth, reveals a startling revelation about what would have happened had we defaulted on our national debt.
Everything you need to know to gain the approval of your boss, that random couple on the sidewalk, the cyclist holding up traffic, and your cigarette smoking nephew.
Portrayal of the Great British public in American media has improved lately. So when I see one of my countrymen letting the side down, it makes me want to club them over the head.
I'm back in school. Again. School by the way drives me fucking insane. For instance, who the fuck names these buildings? 'And on the right is the Dennis Anderson Grave Digger Monster Truck Hall.' Oh neato!
Bonfires are an American symbol of inefficient heating and circular gatherings. Here are the 8 types of guys who fuel these beer-pounding, philosophy-unleashing fire forums.
Everything about a classic bowling alley screams "unchanged." The decor is 70's, the musty smoke and shoe odor still penetrates, and the food worse than you could imagine.
"Hey, David," I say to the cashier manning the register at my all-time favorite gas station. I have a soft spot for gas stations for two reasons: nonjudgment and proximity.
These words have been egregiously overused, flogged to within a centimeter of their lives in general, and are altogether too self-consciously "poetic" and pretentious for further public consumption.