Where’s the damn oasis everyone keeps yapping about?
Last night, I dreamed I was stranded in the Sahara Desert. A barren wasteland of sand. And grit. And desolation. And despair. And then I
November 13, 2009
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I’ll have a stroke on the side, please.
Mom: This room is a pigsty. Last I checked, we are not pigs. We are humans. How can you stand it? The both of you
July 21, 2008
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