Hey, What Day Is It?
I woke up today thinking it was Thursday, but it turns out it might be Tuesday. I’m not really sure because both of them start with a “T.”
I woke up today thinking it was Thursday, but it turns out it might be Tuesday. I’m not really sure because both of them start with a “T.”
I know it’s cold and you warm-blooded, furless, pansies are sensitive, but is it too much to ask for someone to say, “I’m SO excited for Winter!”
Joe won’t end gas stations sometimes having bathrooms but sometimes definitely not, with no discernable reason why.
You must create a class that can be started online, moved to in-person, then back online, all simultaneously. You have the weekend to figure it out.
A new "Bold and Juicy Look" for PIC that includes an all-caps, in-your-face logo proudly declaring, "OUR LETTERS DON'T HAVE TO BE THE SAME WIDTH!"
Those of us born in the '95-'97 range are the middle child between Millennials and Gen Z.
I reached my biblical allotment of three score and ten. I am, as St. Paul wrote in his second letter to the Corinthians, “playing with house money.”
I scrolled through Twitter and saw a few Forrest Gump references. Why? And then the storm hit: A text from my mom, “Tom Hanks has coronavirus.”
Looking like the way a six-year-old might try to draw a sports car? Quirky! The sound system that consisted of maybe two buttons total? Great
I am a swim coach for kids. That’s right, I spend my shifts in a cesspool of germs and boogers.
Some evil Freudian wiring has kept my sister and I at the mercy of the same celebrities and, even worse, absolute hunks in our daily lives.
Time is money. Time flies. And therefore, the bus driver flies. Though side roads, through shortcuts, through worryingly narrow gaps.