‘Twas a Night with the Krampus
He had pallid green skin and was terribly smelly, Like putrid roast beef in petroleum jelly.
He had pallid green skin and was terribly smelly, Like putrid roast beef in petroleum jelly.
If you could make sure all of these opera chandeliers are turned off, that would be great.
Brick, 47, screaming Mets fan and Chester, 42, crying Jets fan: These two brilliantly built their own empires, but still make time for each other.
I mean, it’s the concrete jungle where dreams are made of (the first time I went I was 5 and I don’t really remember it).
"Her butt is coming out first," my mom's ob-gyn told her six hours into her contractions. "This baby is just not the right fit."
The Bronx Bondage – Tie your partner up, and just leave them there. Nothing is hotter than the anticipation. We condone being a tease.
Thank goodness I’m still booking kindergarten graduations and Mormon cosplay through Cameo.
Yes, sir, the pharmacist is here, but we don’t use that word. Rajiv is our Chef de Prescriptions.
Project Runaway Train: Designers are placed on trains careening toward the edge of a cliff at groundbreaking speed.
We were dance partners for five years? And then you ditched me. But hey, no hard feelings. I’m not jealous. Not one tiny bit.
It is a well-known fact that only the most elite acquire specific, regional, life-threatening diseases as symbols of culture and refinement.
Long Live Supreme Leader Aegeus! May your light forever shine over your kingdom that is this fifth-floor walk up!