I Meant to Attach My Resume, Not My Manifesto About Eating People
The document that I sent you by mistake, “Human Meat and the Future of Farming,” may seem like a confession, but I assure you it is not.
The document that I sent you by mistake, “Human Meat and the Future of Farming,” may seem like a confession, but I assure you it is not.
Your Date reserves the right to describe your physical shortcomings, erroneous grammar, ill-chosen wardrobe, and sub-par erotic technique in detail.
This simple 7-ingredient recipe will elevate your baking beyond the falsehoods of flavor and morality.
Triumph (Triumphant) wants everyone to know how much she has enjoyed her role in this poem.
- Loving Big Brother: Why the Government Should Be Spying on Us More - This is a Flammable Stack of Paper
Be steadfast and remember always that we need much less than we think we need.
All you have to do is have one true hiding place. Find the truest hiding place you know.
His portrayal of sexual obsession and lustful yearning is so convincing, a social worker from CPS has come to watch three consecutive performances.
Cleveland is nothing if not unique. Have you ever BEEN to Cleveland’s own franchise, the Harry Buffalo Saloon?
‘Twas something of a bloodbath, all told, but was this not what thou asked for? Well, Happy Father’s Day.
Take a breath and listen to the brag of the dust mites—I am, I am, I am. But you want them to be not.
J. M. Coetzee: A boy who may or may not be Jesus battles racist zombies. Jean-Paul Sartre: Lucifer tricks a man into ordering a bad batch of escargots.