My February Is Ruined Because This Isn’t a Leap Year
I am not entirely sure why I was so confident that this February would have an extra day.
I am not entirely sure why I was so confident that this February would have an extra day.
Romantic pressure systems are likely to develop in the coming weeks and residents are encouraged to remain calm, plan ahead, and avoid unnecessary exposure.
Life is never blue when I’m with you. P.S. What’s blue?
Committed identity theft by using a credit card I found on the ground to buy a new pair of toe socks.
From Bob Cratchit: A simple "thank you" note. "Neatly folded. Handwritten and handmade—on my office stationery. Pay docked for materials."
I’m best known as a benevolent holiday figure, I’m also a gifted anatomy artist and an expert at tiptoeing around houses without waking people up.
If I had to choose between visiting key moments in your life or watching paint dry, I’d go to Home Depot right now and buy every single can of Sherwin Williams.
Many of you are more than friends, you’re also treasured shareholders of American Correctional Solutions, so I don’t need to tell you that ACS’s profits are through the roof.
It’s been a few weeks now and you won’t stop looking at me in contempt. Every time you open your wallet and see me, you scoff.
Swallowing rage when friends complain about their company holiday parties
After four down and out years, hardcore MAGA uncle Rick has regained his mojo with Trump back in office.
Wired: Earwigs. Bugs, but heavy metal and down to party. With those pincers you know they’re into some dark shit.