I’m Entitled to Excellent Customer Service on Labor Day
Our great nation was built on the backs of people just like me: MBAs who got their jobs through their dad’s business connections.
Gracie Beaver-Kairis is a writer and semi-functioning adult living in the Pacific Northwest. In her spare time, she pretends to be the kind of person who enjoys hiking.
Our great nation was built on the backs of people just like me: MBAs who got their jobs through their dad’s business connections.
Due to a disputed public executioner election, political lawn signs are no longer permitted. No decorative flamingos, gnomes, or heads on pikes.
As a real American bird, I’m going to get down on the ground and fight a sewer rat for half of a discarded Chalupa.
I'm a sex-positive ursidae in touch with my body and on fire with sexual empowerment. If you've seen a picture of me, I'm not even wearing pants.
And then it hit me: if Jessica is begging for my wisdom, there must be dozens of other hot girl writers who are crying out for my help, too.
Dear Ma, It's bad out there. The Trader Joe's frozen aisle was completely decimated: no cauliflower crust pizza in sight.
He's targeting young people voting in their first elections, but we have to convince him that “Virgin Voters for Biden” is not how we want to brand.
What is the correct spelling of the fermented cabbage that sometimes goes on hotdogs? Sauerkraut, Sourcrowt, Serrkreet, Soorkroot, or Kimchi?
For a fun coordinated touch, make sure that you’ve got a few hollowed-out pumpkins for your guests to vomit into if they indulge in too many.
Just touching base with you on this month’s miracles. As you know, miracles are one of our key performance indicators this quarter.
This salad only has three ingredients: carrots, mayonnaise, and American elbow grease.
President Williamson announces her first Executive Order to great fanfare, enforcing a mandatory 15 minutes of daily mindfulness for every American.
“Climb ev’ry mountain. Ford every stream. Do it with REI.” -Maria Von Trapp, Instagram influencer
“Purity Ring”? No thank you, my Brita pitcher and I are just friends.
I have a joke about my fear of skydiving but I’m afraid it won’t land.
A humor writer walks into a deli and orders a pastrami on wry. The order is then rejected.