A Day in the Life of a Teenager in 2003, as Imagined by The CW’s “One Tree Hill”
12:00 P.M.: School, I guess? Who knows.
12:00 P.M.: School, I guess? Who knows.
We noticed in your period tracking app that you’ve missed two months in a row, so we assume that you’re pregnant.
Call me desensitized, but the only thing that really keeps me tapped in for My Favorite Celebrity is to see them risk it all—day after day, for months on end.
What makes the spills so frequent, the meets so cute? Is it the cheap, lopsided mugs?
“Oh. Well, I could try to grow a beard?” the Beast offers. “It’s just that it usually comes in kind of patchy."
May strategists be with you and bless you, May you see your children’s children become nepo babies.
This is my way of telling you at home, bald and not camera ready, that your safety means more to me than my hair.
When saying my precious, her vocal fry sends you into a murderous rage
When we were imagining this house, I had an idea. A vision. I drew it on the back of an old napkin from the Copacabana. I called Steven, Spielberg.
I have a hunch: The killer might just need some space right now.
Sorry. This is awkward. We, uh, you know. On a raft? That was also a car? That you drove straight into the water?
Cherished by all, the 90-minute movie entertained audiences with a well-told tale that did not require one clear an entire day to watch it.