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I am the only one in my sphere of influence who has a truck that hauls ass. As such, my friends frequently call me to haul some ass for them.

Cooking for Friends: This is just like a quick-fire challenge on Top Chef: there’s a time crunch and four people watching.

Ask if his idea of the Übermensch is also white, ya know, like he is. No way to cut off an Aryan like bringing up the Holocaust.

You kids have so much in common. He loves dogs, too. He just can’t be in the same room with them. He’s highly allergic. To everything.

Who better to replace dad than a late night comedy host, who is charismatic, funny, and probably screams at their unpaid interns?

Cleanse your washing machine: In the drum, tumble one medium-sized bushel of dried sage, rosemary, and lavender on your delicates cycle.

I “loved” your announcement on Facebook, and left a comment about how excited I am for you. > I find your friendship exhausting.

I’m outside now, walking to the nearby pizza shop. There are people everywhere, so many of them, crawling all over the place.

Hey now. Don’t give me that look. We’re still a team, fellas. I’m a valued member of this crew, just as important as everybody else.

I only had one thing a female jail junkie would want: A bobby pin. Tiffany’s eyes widened with excitement and offered food.

Our love blossomed with the speed of a carefully edited, 30-second commercial for prescription diarrhea medicine.

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