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Actually, I think I’m responding quite normally to the motivational seminar I watch constantly.
All politicians want to have sex with Paul Rudd.
The irony is that your mushroom superfood promises me more energy, which I wish I had now, so I could resist ordering it.
We mourn the loss of Avocado, survived by literally everything else in the kitchen.
The hole for my mouth is pretty much only there for novelty reasons. No matter how hard you push, none of your cups or plates will ever fit.
This is progressing faster than I can manage—remember, I’m a marathon, not a sprint.
1. Every portrait makes me look like a Relief Pitcher for the 1974 Chicago White Sox.
We may be a lab in a haunted castle, but we still have rules.
You can provoke me all you want but I'm not going to do anything irrational. Except remove your handcuffs in a parking lot.
I knew blanketing a third-grade class’s first art exhibition with cans of pasta would be controversial, but that’s why I did it
How can an outsider podcast hope to find an audience for its maritime squeaks, squawks, and screeches in such a crowded industry?
I have trouble putting something as heavy as this into words, so I’ll send my sympathies in the best way I know how.