I terrified of ear candles, love dogs and alcohol, and should get back to work. My secret ukulele name is "Hygrophorus."
My bills are being weighted down with The Artists Handbook.
Why not rolls of Cottonelle, and wipe away two birds with one gastric stone.
Does this include beer? Because if it does, I, uh, forget what I was going to say.
I vote for Clive Thompson or Maura Johnston.
@deepomega Or a performance art project, like Ed Anger.
Say goodnight, Dick.
I'm hoping to launch a magazine to finally give voice to people who want to punch German journalists in the cock.
Jefe, would you say I have a plethora of pandas?
Since the global population is projected to grow throughout the century—to eight billion by 2025, nine billion by 2050, and almost eleven billion by 2100...
Some people see a full glass overflowing with human flesh, while others see more opportunities to offer creepy backrubs to strangers.
Everyone I know from Trawna is an extremely smart, gifted writer that would make me feel tiny by comparison, were they not so disturbingly deferential and polite. And that makes it all the worse. Seriously, Torontulas, belly up to the bellicose bar.