Op-Ed: Hey, Those Cars in the Movie Cars Are Fucked Up, Right? Like, Where Are Their Bones?
The godless abominations have tongues, so they clearly consume some sort of food.
The godless abominations have tongues, so they clearly consume some sort of food.
“My dad claimed that he is a cicada and that he needed to hibernate for 17 years.”
My mom said my film was “a nice effort.” You’re telling me my mom has bad taste?
Upon hearing that the same Riverdale team would be handling all writing and production, head writer Timothy Prost fell to the floor and immediately burst into tears.
His classmates described this confession as “jarring,” “unnecessary,” and to some, “inspiring.”
Bennett can only cringe in embarrassment knowing that while her professor loves Daphne’s character arc in the first few episodes, she will soon watch the protagonist cum in two minutes with zero foreplay.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” admitted Anthony Fauci in a joint statement with FDA director Stephen Hahn. “We’re not proud to be using Juul’s playbook, but damn, if they didn’t have a move or two in there.”
Steve, baby, you can’t have completely forgotten about the day we had together.
“Such emails serve absolutely no purpose, other than reminding the majority of students how shitty they are for not reading whatever book it was that they were supposed to.”
It stares at me smugly, knowing it single-handedly motivated me to seek CAPS.