I’m the First Person Voted off a Reality Show and I’m Not Mad
Did I immediately quit my job since I don’t have the PTO? Sure. But there are no guarantees in this life.
Did I immediately quit my job since I don’t have the PTO? Sure. But there are no guarantees in this life.
We’ve become one of those vanilla, mass-produced corporate couples we never wanted to be. Our relationship is nothing more than a light-hearted romp.
I AM IN AWE of how you pushed through your lower back pain and chronic prostatitis to get out the giant Rubbermaid containers of Lego.
First up, we’ve got That Email You Sent Your Boss Last Week Regarding Your Upcoming Time Off.
How come I could tell where everybody was in space? Did you mean for the shots to make me feel things?
We couldn’t have possibly known the janitor would return as a scarred ghoul hellbent on murdering teens. And besides, they’re YOUR dreams!
Listen, I can certainly understand your surprise about all this.
Just over and over again, and it’s been like three hours. Or possibly thousands of years, time sort of has no meaning here.
You programmed the screens to only play "The Fast and the Furious"—my favorite movie... in 2006.
Are our resources best used on returning to the moon, a place explored over 120 years ago by a team of astronomers with huge beards and wizard hats?
But I remind Garret, for it is my duty, that an AMC Stubs subscription basically pays for itself.
You dumb pee stained ice cube, do you understand how embarrassing it is to be sunk on your maiden voyage?