Thursday, March 13, 2008
Sometimes a girl is so incredibly horny at work that she does not have the wherewithal to think about the things which matter most: family, the Internet, looking good, or yoga. And then she realizes that verily, the passage of time marks the face of all things.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Sometimes you are in your kitchen mixing cereals when you overhear your roommate discussing the democratic primary with his social psychologist friend, who just happens to study prejudice and bias. Maybe this social psychologist friend says that Obama speaks like Clay Davis. Maybe you laugh, and ask, "Did you just compare Obama to Clay Davis?" Maybe he seems confused that you laughed, but says, "Yes," and finishes his point (Re: Substance: Clinton = viscous, Obama = watery). Maybe the conversation peters out, maybe it dawned on him, maybe that's
Posted by mr. wrongway at 3:08 PM
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Last night I took a little crust from NYU out for a drink. Throughout the day leading up, I was doing crazy preparatory things, like wiping my ass completely every single time, and not eating asparagus. Then, when the girl ended up looking like her dad, I was like...
Posted by Actual God at 2:42 PM