My name is Mr. Bob. I'd like to welcome you and your child as we begin another exciting year here at "St. Bob's International School of Profoundly Deep Thinking and Spiritual Uprightness."
Ah, recycling, being ecological, what a great feeling it is to help take care of Mother Earth. Wait, where do the glass containers go??
Hitler lived a healthy life which we should all...be forced to live. Alcohol was a no-go area and the ever svelte Führer knew the benefits of a meat-free diet.
Today I came across the most amazing techno/electronic/funky/sexy/crazy/amazing/beautiful/wicked/awesome song. Allow me to explain.
The Diary Entries of a Misguided Christian Trying to Make Sense of the World
Before the gladiators and before men in tight shorts started running around for the benefit of lusting female fans, there were the Greek gods themselves.
I am your asshole waiter. I admit it, I accept it, and you probably should too. But in my defense, you brought it on yourself.
What follows is a brief summation of what Grossman sees through his red, roadmap eyes as he stares out across the experience of eighteen months since the publication of "Grossman's Guide to the Galaxy."
Dear Sirs, it is only on hindsight that I am truly able to appreciate my server Nigel's innovative style, which others felt made him a 'cheeky bastard.'
As Bella blinked, her eyes adjusted to the midday gray, and her mind began to think about how much high school sucked. And Edward. He was so beautiful.
Yeah, you—the girl whose picture is plastered all over my yearbook. Just because you’re dead. What makes you think you're so special?
With the Poverty Diet you can lose weight in one simple step: Be poor! The rest takes care of itself! Don't worry, you'll get used to the malnourishment.