I Am Out of the Office, But Please Contact Me Anytime (Really, Anytime)
For urgent matters, please reach out to Gary Dilworth, who will bombard me with angry texts in all caps until I respond.
For urgent matters, please reach out to Gary Dilworth, who will bombard me with angry texts in all caps until I respond.
I’m a hip font on an eye-catching background. I’m a cake that says "end white supremacy." I’m a black square.
“On fiscal new year’s eve, there’s no accounting for love.”
I was making lemon history while all those other chuds were clogging up the marketplace of ideas with lemonade.
What is the point of having a job, really, if I can’t subject everyone I work with to deal with the afternoon odors of the nasty lunches I eat?
Have you been getting some emails that seem Phishy? This is PayPal, btw. The real PayPal. How can you know? You’ll get a gut feeling inside.
At 8 PM on Thursday, my basketball hoop is going to look brand-spanking new. I don’t have to care about your family or your kids.
I intended to flee, but did not expect to crawl through what appears to be two and a half football fields worth of human shit.
His portrayal of sexual obsession and lustful yearning is so convincing, a social worker from CPS has come to watch three consecutive performances.
If in doubt, release a canary (oh, you should bring a canary) into a ventilation shaft and observe it carefully.
I honestly don’t know what I did before I conquered the Choff Quadrant and seized their Time Hex, sending them into a thousand years of chaotic darkness.
Cleveland is nothing if not unique. Have you ever BEEN to Cleveland’s own franchise, the Harry Buffalo Saloon?