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Our ailing bodies fall from the sky into your front yard and all you can muster is an idle comment about the beauty of our chlorophyll jaundice.

Yum, I hope that unfiltered tap water and internalized judgement from your mother tastes great!

Super Male Vitality: We went to a gas station and bought every dick pill that we could. Then we crushed them up and put them into a vial.

Burton. Wendy. You can’t do a duet of “Something Stupid” as Jean is lowered into the ground.

Remain present as you haul ass down the aisles, reminding yourself to stay in the moment as you sweep armfuls of electronics into a burlap sack.

The only drawback I can see here is that aluminum crumples up, so you’re going to want to make sure you don’t accidentally sit on your aluminum gun.

Let me guess: 21? Barnard student? Appears edgy at holidays, but how edgy? You wouldn't know. Perhaps... I can help.

I’m not ignoring your DMs, young influencer, it’s that I am seeing what content-oceans you swim to on your own. With isolation comes solitude.

Someone might say, “Never have I ever abandoned families at a bus station right before a hurricane!” and you would drink since you've done that.

I plan to do great work today. Just as soon as I...check Instagram to see if that guy posted more dumb pictures of that thing he thinks is cool.

The people of Texas have disappointed millions of people who wanted their fates sealed by a hot guy for once.

Talk to the hand! The Zima is chilling on ice, Matchbox Twenty is in the CD player, and Trevor’s all sexy up in here with his puka shell necklace on.