I, Teddy Roosevelt, Accept Chef Aut’s ThaiFire Challenge
“Would you like some ice chips?” Chef Aut asks me. “Ice is for penguins,” I say. “And chips are for Brits.”
“Would you like some ice chips?” Chef Aut asks me. “Ice is for penguins,” I say. “And chips are for Brits.”
I didn’t have a chance to respond as that monster of a machine came back around, running over a cardboard standup of Neo from "The Matrix."
It had been about three weeks of increasingly nasty slip-ups but perhaps now the jig was finally up.
“This Isn’t Disney’s Magic Kingdom: Top 10 Do’s and Don’ts When Shipwrecked on the Island of a Vengeful Sorcerer”
There have been rumblings around the office about how our company will manage to pull off our famous “zeros for eyes” design in the year 2010.
You shall meet Ra, the Supreme God of the Sun and Creator of All Tan Lines. He will teach thee how to avoid straining thy intervertebral joints.
We cannot hallow—this ground, except of course by playing a consciousness-altering stream of Christmas songs in November and December without pause.
“We must hide his nonconformity,” said Donner as he rubbed his son’s nose with mud. “Pa, I don’t want to!” “Just endure, Rudolph.”
Folks have been sending us questions about the meteor explosion, and we’re going to give you all the information you’ll need to get through this.
Tips for packing a picnic, planning a family cookout, or just snacking on some Greek sailors who got lost and wandered into your cavernous lair.
Edward Scissorhands is a revered cultural icon and I'm just a smelly, obscure German freak. The hypocrisy is unreal.
Set aside your worries caused by modern nuisances such as technology, automobiles, and the invention of antiseptics.