Friends, if you ever wonder what comps is like, watch the documentary Somm.
That awkward moment in the middle of a row when you suddenly forget how to knit.
"We asked her why she did it. She replied that her girlfriend’s family had found out she wasn’t a boy, so she killed a man to get his penis."
WHY IS ALL GREAT CANADIAN LITERATURE LIKE THIS?
Once I finish the books I have out, I’m moving on to Tanya Huff.
We could not get quorum for the stupid meeting because part of the exec didn’t show.
in communism we don’t say “i love you” we say “kill the boss” which roughly translates to “destroy the agent of our exploitation” and i think that’s beautiful.