I spent the first half of my workday with my pants zipper unzipped.
Apparently, the new girl has either irritable bowel syndrome, very poor motor control, very poor social skills, or a combination thereof. 84 more words
You’ve probably gotten an email or text that first congratulates you for being loved by whoever sent you it. Next it tells you to forward it to people you love (including the person who sent it to you), and if you do, the email promises kisses from a crush, good luck, money and other impossible things. 346 more words
I’ve noticed that the web is littered with wistful paeans to the virtues of growing up in the mid to late twentieth century (here’s an example of the sort of thing I’m talking about) 1,144 more words