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Did you people hear that? The boom! The fucking boom! Come on, I know you two-legged freaks can't hear shit, but even you must— HOLY SHIT!

He might be stuck inside but this fella is still capable of making dozens of women uncomfortable, from the comfort of his own home!

Photos of me, at my most intimate, turned into a puzzle for some simple mind’s amusement. My fashion sense became an “inside joke” for the masses.

Due to a disputed public executioner election, political lawn signs are no longer permitted. No decorative flamingos, gnomes, or heads on pikes.

He also borrowed my weed whacker. How do you get it back from an oligarch? Weed whacking is activity of peasant, not fitting of powerful oligarch .

Is it "The Count of Monte Cristo" that solves this dreadful riddle? Surely a subtle nod to enclosed spaces will do it…. No.

A black-magic-hexed Incredible Edible Chocolate Spectacular arrangement. Perfect for anyone with whom you have an unfinished score to settle.

We speak here of the dowdy. The cotton-poly blend. The bland pastel floral with faux-pearl snaps. Armor worn by everyone from Nanas to Meemaws.

I sent him away, I had to, I can’t surrender my castle to every triple thicc hottie that rides up here. We’d wait it out.

And before you get skeptical or overthink our business model, this is NOT slave labor repackaged as a benevolent good.

Did no one in art school for the past two centuries take any notes in their Michelangelo class? They still spend a semester on me, right?

You should know that I have recently become a follower of the Dark Lord Cthulhu, whose worship I must prioritize above my data entry deliverables.