Smart kids are gifted, smart adopted kids are re-gifted.
I don’t think hurricanes mean any harm, I think they just want to be on TV.
— Nam Tran
“No, I’m not saying I want to sell feet pics. I’m saying I’d like an appraisal.”
You’ll want to remember this before you charge into your first big gun battle with Dmitri the Razor’s anonymous henchmen and make your pain theirs.
I Didn’t Kill Jillian, Per Se, But I Am Indirectly Responsible for Her Death and While It Haunts Me, I Am Still a Redeemable Character
A salad? After Labor Day? I don’t think so. I passed the salad place and said to myself, “Not today. Today is Tuesday. Tacos.”
Henry has been doing our newsletter since 1986. He’s a little set in his ways, but we love him.
Please donate to give this very solidly upper-middle-class couple their dream honeymoon. These kids (they’re 34) deserve the best.
People of all nations, races, and creeds forgot their differences and grabbed hands with, randomly, my middle school gym teacher. But it totally felt normal that she was there, if that makes any sense?
Mr. Jensen has not won eight gold medals in curling. In fact, it’s unclear whether or not Mr. Jensen has even seen curling before.
Smart kids are gifted, smart adopted kids are re-gifted.
I don’t think hurricanes mean any harm, I think they just want to be on TV.
— Nam Tran
“No, I’m not saying I want to sell feet pics. I’m saying I’d like an appraisal.”
Please donate to give this very solidly upper-middle-class couple their dream honeymoon. These kids (they’re 34) deserve the best.
People of all nations, races, and creeds forgot their differences and grabbed hands with, randomly, my middle school gym teacher. But it totally felt normal that she was there, if that makes any sense?
We dispatch a man with a plastic bag (full of loose Arizona iced teas) to stare at her so hard she gets the dry sweats.
If your therapist asks you whether Jason is your father, calmly explain that he’s your college friend’s old roommate.
I just thought it would be fun to spice things up this time—literally in the case of that ominously bubbling aluminum tray at the end of the row!
In the distance, you hear the echo of someone repeatedly muttering, “Mingus Ah Um.”
“Thanks for taking the time to meet.” Alright, I see. I took the time to meet. I did you a favor, huh.