Things White Men Are Tired of Hearing
Look: I’m white. I’m a man. My home and backyard are filled with dangerous worker bees that produce honey for me. It’s not that unusual.
Look: I’m white. I’m a man. My home and backyard are filled with dangerous worker bees that produce honey for me. It’s not that unusual.
You see, when I was fired from my job at Target for stealing money out of the register, it was actually a clever commentary on American capitalism.
The guy who told me he’d help me move, then stole my iconic Mallrats pin and puka shell necklace so he could more easily pretend to be me.
Concocting a knuckle sandwich is a delicacy in itself, and should be taken with care.
Listen, you're already on thin ice with me. You and I both know this ain't the first time we've found ourselves here.
Let me know how I can be of use. Today’s Tip: You’re spending too much time on Twitter at the expense of your personal relationships!
She usually finds people uninteresting, unless she smells fear. You’re not nervous are you?
Yes, I tried replacing the batteries. A fresh set seemed to do nothing except make his tone even angrier.
Teasing you about when they go on sale and then stealing them from your virtual cart in less than a millisecond is my definition of fun.
Think of it as a chat room, but all audio. So you’re literally chatting. With strangers! Some of them are experts. That's what I've heard, anyway.
Are your friends: A) A bunch of good guys. B) Funnier and more interesting than you, each marginalized in no more than one single and visible way.
Nobody likes working a job where their accomplishments go unrecognized or unnoticed, covert Russian hackers included.