Damn It! Kickass Sermon Rudely Interrupted by Rapture
The small mayonnaise boy ascended right out of the pastorâs skillful fingertips.
The small mayonnaise boy ascended right out of the pastorâs skillful fingertips.
“I wouldnât have minded more Kleenex, and maybe a little bit of Prozac, but I canât complain.”
“Ladies, take him swimming on the first date so you can see what he looks like without a mask.â
âWeâre eliminating so much more than just students,â one local administrator explains. âWeâre eliminating the stigma around mental health here on campus. Weâre doing real work here.â
Reports indicate that this party, which lasted through the night (2 AM), was more of a celebration of the theatre (âpronounced thee-ate-her, you classless hack!â), and definitely not a one-up contest of who was the better Tevye in their high schoolâs production of Fiddler on the Roof.
Before I knew it, I had run out of cool gay fits to showcase
Northwestern Administration figured there may as well be an enjoyable experience at the end of the long-ass wait.
âI lost a good amount of blood that night. I was ready to put it behind me. And now you nerds are painting it for acapella auditions.â
âOur team has worked very hard on todayâs lunch menu and we hope it will help to foster a brighter, more vibrant community,â he said, while reaching into his coat pocket for a hotdog.
âItâs just really nice to know they care, you know? To know that they recognize how hard this has all been.”