If Your 2020 Campaign Ad Culminates in a Swell of Patriotic Music, I Will Vote for You
That’s it. No need to risk making promises you can’t keep or guarantee sweeping policy reform that is realistically unattainable in the short term.
That’s it. No need to risk making promises you can’t keep or guarantee sweeping policy reform that is realistically unattainable in the short term.
Quitticisim (kwit-??siz?m): The paralyzing decision to either delete or refresh Twitter every thirty seconds.
Let me wipe off the shaving cream and stow my kit bag where the emergency phone used to be.
At our first show without the droning hum of our generator, it was scary to launch into our opener, a cover of “The Big Rock Candy Mountain.”
Delete all the photos on your social media that indicate you ever had a life before children. Replace them with a solid wall of photos of your kids.
Now you’re suspended on a wall of shard glass as rabid monkeys devour your intestines and Dave Matthews’ 2002 album “Busted Stuff” blasts on repeat.
Rose* (Human Resources Officer, 1999-Present): He walked into this office on his very first day with that Hot Pocket.
This is a flexible position, in that you can decide when you are going to do any damn work even though you’re getting paid for it.
The atmosphere of Big Terry’s truck was rustic Americana at its finest, from the American Flag seat covers to the Springsteen on the radio.
“It’s been a long time since I burst into tears because a publishing house didn’t get its jacket copy before deadline.”
Surely you can tell by the creases under my eyes and the lingering scent of nitroglycerin that I’ve had a rough one.
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