Substack might have more than 35 million active submissives on their platform, but we do things a little differently around here.
Ashley, when I work with you, I feel like I’m on a never-ending Personal Improvement Plan.
I now know that when you pulled that shot, you were thinking about the mouthfeel and terroir of my coffee experience.
We will not allow the men to firelight us into believing we are too emotional when our toddlers leave on their first hunts.
I just can't imagine my grandfather, or his grandfather, facing this kind of uphill battle when starting their Suits rewatch podcasts.
ATTN: DYNAMITE FOUND IN CAVE. COME GET YOURSELF A CRATE.
No need to buy anything for Brayden. You certainly don't know Brayden well enough to know that he's longing for a Mandalorian LEGO set.
My wife believes in horoscopes. That’s so embarrassing. But what can you expect from a Libra.
Life is like a Jewish telegram: “Begin worrying! Details to follow…”
“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” Juliet ponders after Romeo turned his phone location off after getting “drinks with the boys.”
Funeral guests will be in mourning garb, as will most of the paranormal experience attendees, so you will need to confirm the purpose of the visit.
It seems obvious that this tool for organizing a multicultural liberal democracy would be perfect for organizing a short vacation for a group of friends who’ve slowly drifted apart since college.
What else was I supposed to do, take practical steps to be a better father and husband? Who has the time for that?
Gotta be those great New York fish. You seen these fish? New York fish have chutzpah. They've seen it all.
