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Hundreds of generations of humans have been sustained on some sort of bread, the same food that I shovel into my mouth with abandon at Olive Garden.

This is a flexible position, in that you can decide when you are going to do any damn work even though you’re getting paid for it.

To learn how to kick that pesky eating habit, click the link in my profile to book a free info session today!

The atmosphere of Big Terry’s truck was rustic Americana at its finest, from the American Flag seat covers to the Springsteen on the radio.

The situation has changed, soldier. You’ve shacked up with ultimate germ vector: A human male.

My headache thundered with every step, but we'd duel for hours with our tin-foil-covered balsa wood swords.

“It’s been a long time since I burst into tears because a publishing house didn’t get its jacket copy before deadline.”

Oh cool...he’s lurking that model’s Instagram again. You do know I can summon the full works of Shakespeare, right?

No one else in this house has to be a Morning Person other than the Wake-Up Fairy! Isn’t that great? And now it’s time to get ready for school.

Have any special skills? Call those “in your wheelhouse”--it shows you love baseball but are also serious. Don't have special skills? Doesn’t matter.

Just touching base with you on this month’s miracles. As you know, miracles are one of our key performance indicators this quarter.

I present to you The Chef Boyardee Fuckayous, a meal that speaks for many immigrants (like myself) who are being deported from the United States.