Dating is like navigating enemy territory. If someone doesn’t point out where the mines are, you could lose your shit.
History wins. Walls work. They definitely worked in Abu Ghraib.
No, it’s not called “Whiskey.” It’s called “Pick a Fight in the Bar.”
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Social media attention whores who scored 58% higher on tests for narcissistic personality disorder than the prior generation are now entering politics and deciding policy. Are we doomed?
Even when you can see trouble coming, sometimes it still surprises you to the tune of 300 casualties.
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Sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes you feel guilty for it.
Popp got a fan email from a young dude whose stepmom claims to not be a feminist, but wants him to ignore the truth and get mauled in the real world.
When you’re in the shit, sometimes you have to become a master negotiator so you can become a master debater, if you know what I mean.
Sometimes you get a job that stations you right next to a pond of human feces. Then you really need to work on tuning shit out.
Men and women claim to cheat for different reasons, but not all of them are the truth.
I guess it was inevitable someone would do something this dumb at Abu Ghraib. But at least it boosted morale.