I Won the Most Dangerous Game
I’d appreciate it if you listened to my tips for spear-sharpening without sprinting to Human Resources.
I met a traveller from an antique land / Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone / Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, / And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor well those passions read / Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: / And on the pedestal these words appear: / "FIRE JAMES DOLAN"
I’d appreciate it if you listened to my tips for spear-sharpening without sprinting to Human Resources.
Go back three spaces; you left your ID at the venue. / You inherit $130 worth of vinyl records.
The sequel answers all of your lingering questions, like: what would a 1970s child star look like with a hip replacement?
The use of multiple exterior facades, including the blanket from Buster’s dog bed and what appears to be a Summer Camp T-Shirt, is commendable.
When life gives lemons, make sure to offer those to the Mothman in hopes the tart treat will placate his impulsive desires.
Step Three: Click the “Confirm Cancel Membership” Button. Step Four: Unsheath that broadsword, foolish mortal!
I have a bug in my mug. I have electric eels in my high heels. I have a giraffe in my carafe.
Maybe he needs to hear it very badly for whatever marriage-related problems he’s going through. If I had to guess, of course.
Seeking gray-haired, whiskey-drinking curmudgeon to oversee a department of knucklehead agents with withering disdain.
Our previous policy of zero in-office hawk attacks has been slightly adjusted to a new policy of many hawk attacks.
Even if the world was ending, I’d be pococurante, like I was in the third round of the Dayton County Regional Bee when my word was "pococurante."
Over our long history, we’ve made countless non-changes to our product, from refusing to add any flavor to churning out the same muddy texture.