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Sell and then shake 'em down for dirt on their dealer. There's only room for one dirty cop and one dirty Girl Scout troop in this neighborhood.

The swivel chair’s flying across the room, its arc through the air a simple yet astute critique of warming global temperatures.

For those of us over 60, cards could say, “Congratulations on outwitting the grim reaper, keep up the good work!”

Let’s put on some hip-hop and do leg lifts like it’s 2002! Feel the burn. Not #feelthebern. Because really, are the Bernie Bros happy now?

You will recall laughing after I cautioned that I had once confessed to a priest only to watch him go straight to hell. I do not recall laughing.

I was made to bring joy to this world. Now I’m on the floor where I can only bring pain. I fear I am becoming the villain.

I saw my own reflection on the screen of my computer and I was reminded of the oath I took when I accepted this job at Uber.

Why, if I supposedly love my mom so much, did I tell everyone, "My mom is making me come home because I have a stomachache, I hate her so much"?

After buying a creepy antique doll, I was extremely disappointed to find out that there is nothing supernatural lurking behind its dead eyes.

When the lives of countless transgender children are at stake, I've no choice but to raise aloft my twin sai and declare, "Fearmongers, beware!"

Celebrating the memory of those black guys who went it alone, fighting against oppression, while also fighting werewolf cops or whatever.

Somehow I just couldn't stay pissed off at frat guy. He was my tax wingman, even though he totally killed my self-esteem.