Is That Bolognese on Your Chinos, or Are You Bleeding Out in This Banana Republic?
I’m on thin ice with my manager, Trayson, and I can't afford another marinara mishap. Please, my job is on the line here.
I’m on thin ice with my manager, Trayson, and I can't afford another marinara mishap. Please, my job is on the line here.
And I couldn't help but notice the massive collage of wanted photos in front of your fine establishment. I'm here to hunt these bastards down.
Is it even a crime to steal pasta? Oh right, it is.
George Clooney here, I’m reaching out as a supporter of the Democratic party. Your time is valuable, so I’ll be blunt. We’re going to rob a casino.
The crumbs in my bed sheets, the chocolate smear on my PJs—I don’t know, maybe I wanted to get caught.
You ever notice how in Los Angeles the dirt is a brownish-red color, but in New York it’s a reddish-brown color?
We take pride in our product. We know that there is no better feeling than tossing a big burlap sack over your shoulder after a big heist.
In the distance, you hear the echo of someone repeatedly muttering, “Mingus Ah Um.”
I’ll cut to the chase-Please stop running blackjack tables out of the CubeSmart.
Give in to this workshop not by writing, but by taking turns asking for more condiments, plates, and silverware as I stash them in my purse.
How many of the hostages are in relationships? 12? Do they seem like they’re happy?
YOU FORGOT MOM’S BIRTHDAY! IT’S TODAY! BUY HER A PRESENT HERE NOW!