One verse per sign. You know how we do, son! Drop the beat, drop the beat!
Posts Categorized: Humour
A Canadian’s love for the Republican candidate
Cry away your monster makeup. Wallow through your sugar hangover. It’s time to take a black or orange marker to your calendar — let it squeak in sadness — and note the next best day of your life: one whole year from now.
A bald man entered.
I asked if he would like rice and beans or a salad with his meal.
Deep in the bowels of the Clearihue Building, there exists a man of legend and myth. A man who floats in the clouds and hides in the shadows and spits hatred at the sun. He runs after cars and arm-wrestles dogs and lives for the very danger we all seek to avoid. He is a graduate student named Tactless Tom.
An in-depth look at literistas’ paraphernalia and pretension
(Wait, people besides my aunt Bernice still watch this crap?)
I am a terrible cook. I have, on several occasions: burnt Minute Rice so that it is unrecognizable; served lasagna in bowls due to its soupy consistency; and forgotten a crucial ingredient in cookies — sugar.
A guide to naming your junk (yes, only you can name it)
Fitness can be fatal, no studies show