Soliloquy from the Chair at the Bottom of the Stack
Look at me! Perfectly shaped for ass! And yet the ass does not want me.
Look at me! Perfectly shaped for ass! And yet the ass does not want me.
No Alex was a few years behind us. I’m Allen. See my nametag? Alex is probably off expanding the limits of the Western world or something, the madman.
People of all nations, races, and creeds forgot their differences and grabbed hands with, randomly, my middle school gym teacher. But it totally felt normal that she was there, if that makes any sense?
Mr. Jensen has not won eight gold medals in curling. In fact, it’s unclear whether or not Mr. Jensen has even seen curling before.
John feels that trick questions on standardized tests are A) Necessary, B) Vexing, C) Forgromulent, or D) A word we made up just to trick John?
If you have an insatiable lust for owing thousands of dollars to a university, then don't let other people's warnings slow you down.
Kevin’s voice sounds like Dad’s. Except it cracks walls and sets off car alarms, and also he accidentally stepped on a school bus.
Are you picturing the powder keg? Think back to the last time you went out to sea and needed to bring a large amount of gunpowder.
By the time your child is in elementary school, they’ll be able to replace your basement door with a beaded curtain adorned with Grateful Dead skulls.
Looking around, all I see are duds. In the sandbox, I see toddlers who don’t even know how to use their own feet.
Dr. Ellis is not worrying about grading papers or summoning a hoard of lizard monsters for Gork the Lizard King.
“Sorry, I can’t, I’m doing drugs later with a different group of cooler kids.”