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Who will have access to your computer after you pass on? Your girlfriend? Your niece? Your grandmother?
Who will have access to your computer after you pass on? Your girlfriend? Your niece? Your grandmother?
Can you feel that burn? Well, ignore it. That’s just one of the servants of Satan trying to enter your body through your navel.
If I had made it through the dramatic events of that April night, I would have died anyway since the last Titanic survivor passed away in 2009.
A handy guide to deciphering which deep sea submersible to pick when running away from the ill-advised Sunday brunch plans you made.
Earn points when you accidentally blow through a stop sign and understand that people of color could not laugh with the police officer about it.
The big boy used his new moon to rock nuky cappos, support beezies, and pushed a hard line throughout the Middle E-Town and beyond.
As an upstanding member of this community, I hope you’ll believe me that I am, definitively, a human flesh man, and not any kind of insect homunculus.
Peek-a-boo. Peek-a-boo. What sorcery is this? Only a demon could so affect the utter destruction and recreation of his countenance at will.
This was a lively place teeming with men who after a day of explaining Bitcoin to George Lucas on Twitter, knew that they would find love on a webcam.
Hark, I get it. Carpophorus is reinventing the very genre of public violence. I just don’t have time to get into the King of Beasts right now, okay?
Listen up, shitsticks: all you open-mic wannabes better take notes from the best comedian Channelside Elementary School has to offer.
One pound is equal to 7000 grains of barley. Yep, barley. Grains of wheat is a different calculation. And why 7000? Hey, it’s your system, don’t look at me.