The Last Testament of Flip
And what about my heart, my battery? Fifteen years and still going strong. Always keeps its charge.
And what about my heart, my battery? Fifteen years and still going strong. Always keeps its charge.
Just wanted to send a solid “wassup” to our 4,000 new members who joined during the pandemic. Our group is now 4,014 birders strong.
Here is my main concern: What if I wear something really ugly the day I die?
I’ve never needed the Pythagorean Theorem for any moment of my life. I’m a million times better off without you, just like I always thought.
Congrats on your new academic article, though I should really be congratulating myself because the version of your I wrote in my head is much better.
I know that our omni-everything boss is obsessed with blood metaphors, but this seems a bit gratuitous.
I wouldn’t know what to do with multi-book deals and movie rights and reprint rights and the avalanche of capital from being on the bestseller list.
Don't be intimidated, I'm still just like you, only quite a bit better now. You see, I read an entire book during quarantine.
I am a large gorilla. And gorillas are soft, exoskeleton-less, atomic-breath-lacking, nonaquatic, vegetarian mammals.
I am a human from Earth, but please don't hold that against me. I believe that this is an asset, as I have witnessed what not to do with a planet
I scroll through my Venmo feed with fervor, finding out more about your lives from a cash app than I do from the photos you share on Instagram.
You should be begging on your hands and knees for help. Pathetic. And deep down, you’re scared.