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An alluring smile crossing his lips, he presses down, gently, on the button under his desk. Slowly, seductively, his desk rises to standing height.

In 1960 at our Annual Goat Blood-A-Palooza & Family Fun Day, we saw a vision of you, the chosen one. We’ve been trying to sabotage you ever since.

For four years we've turned a blind eye to the despicable actions Trump has taken. It's time we focus the discussion squarely on him for once.

Each time, I smugly think to myself, “I’m right on this time.” I am not right on. Not ever. It always seems to be further back than I think.

I feel like you’ve been kind of distant lately. Hanging out with those new fancy ass moisturizers and toners you bought on sale at Sephora.

The smell is totally normal. Nothing’s leaking. A lot of boats smell like this. It could be all the eggs I’ve been eating lately.

Many, many months into quarantine, I’d like to ask, how are you? I am also obligated to wonder, how is your mental and physical health?

I spend most of my time trying to escape the room so I don’t have to listen, but the door is always closed.

You can imagine what my relief will be when I go under for my final rest, a sleep from which I’ll never wake up disappointed.

Let’s band together like the professional basketball players and astronauts we want to be and save the world. Listen up, I got a game plan here.

I only had a raging meltdown at the one other wedding ceremony I’ve attended, and that bitch I was marrying totally asked for it (I love my wife).

Are you happy with the cleanliness of your carpets even with an assistant that doesn’t ask visitors to wipe their feet when they come in?