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Dear Sirs, it is only on hindsight that I am truly able to appreciate my server Nigel's innovative style, which others felt made him a 'cheeky bastard.'
A couple of days ago I found a site devoted to the most gruesome, disgusting, and hilarious dead baby jokes ever. Only problem was, my mom was right behind me.
Colonel Sanders learns the hard way that you never play chicken with a sandwich unless you're willing to eat it in the end.
I have actually begun hiding people entirely from my Facebook news feed due to the following annoying habits. See which one you're guilty of...
Once upon a recession, a family of wandering gypsies arrived in America by steamer from Istanbul, and their long stay at the Marriott proved more fruitful than expected.
They're hard to find, quality wingmen. Despite this, you're probably expecting too much from them. A wingman's mission isn't to get you laid; that's your job.
Ladies, in just a few short paragraphs, you will learn the tools necessary for utilizing your boobs to enhance every aspect of your life.
The golden rule: never pay for it. Heaving out money is a sign of defeat to the porn world. Wank before you bank. Plus more crucial advice.
As Bella blinked, her eyes adjusted to the midday gray, and her mind began to think about how much high school sucked. And Edward. He was so beautiful.
The following are actual Facebook messages between me and my biological father, who has been absent from my life since I was about five years old.
There are only four types of people who drink Gatorade. Half are douchebags, half are athletes, and the rest are just really, really fucking thirsty.
Yeah, you—the girl whose picture is plastered all over my yearbook. Just because you’re dead. What makes you think you're so special?