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It's simple: if a recipe involves fewer than 52 ingredients, you're not allowed to eat it. Or if it takes fewer than 83 steps or 5 hours to prepare.

When we step into that partitioned desk and face that confusing-as-hell democracy apparatus, we’re ALL America’s Sweethearts.

"What is your job?" Wilmott said. "I work in an office," said Gorge. "My boss keeps turtles in a tank. Sometimes I have to feed them."

Franklin will use demonstrations, like his “Star Wars figures on a basketball,” to show what would happen if you put humans on a spinning sphere.

Before coffee, I’m, like, a zombie feeding on its own, like… brains or whatever, and struggling to complete straightforward zombie analogies.

I take coffee to my colonial porch and watch the sunrise over the Miranda Lambert river valley. An old hound is sunning himself on the porch steps.

“Hell” is my collection of art pieces that explores suffering as an innate part of the human condition. What it isn’t is a punishment.

Raggy rand I go way, way back. Trust me, rin dog years it’s reven ronger. Reven times ronger. Reah.

By the end of the semester, you should be able to verbally sedate your significant others for an entire dinner conversation.

Nixon Resignation (1974): Oh, Fortuna, the revolutions of your wheel pile even the masters into the muck.

Our friendly staff will welcome you in the lobby, where we’ll happily carry your bags for you. Look at you pretending you’re about to help!

After a bit of soul searching, preceded by rather a lot of ayahuasca in a Christopher Street loft, I’ve decided to radically restructure my tours.