Super Snooze Day
Hear that? It's the sound of your alarm clock in your memory... the one you turned off an hour ago. Time to get up and vote.
Hear that? It's the sound of your alarm clock in your memory... the one you turned off an hour ago. Time to get up and vote.
A whiny hoe with a bloody vag leaves her mark on Gaudio, prompting him to disavow one night stands and *gasp* embrace monogamy.
If there is a Hell, I've tasted it and returned to tell the story. Last night I had the most intense dream of nothing but malevolent abstraction.
Bedding, thread counts, pillows, duvets.... Guys seriously, what is the meaning of all this nonsense anyway? Oh yeah, to get laid.
The top 10 ways to trick yourself into feeling like you're actually making progress on an 8-page term paper.