Go See Old Virgins! Now

She Firmly Held The Theory That Everyone Gets At Least One Very Stupid Superpower.

Go See Old Virgins! Now Ask A Strange Boy Out, You Shy, Retarded Thing!

Stuart Must Have Sensed My Despair From The Way I Began Lightly Banging My Forehead On The Table.

We Study There A Lot Because... What Other Choice Does Society Give Us, Right? It's Starbucks Or Death, Sometimes.

She Was Standing In The Airport Of Copenhagen, Staring At A Doorway, Trying To Figure Out If It Was (a) A Bathroom And (b) What Kind Of Bathroom It Was. The Door Merely Said H. Was She An H? Was H "hers"? It Could Just As Easily Be "his". Or "helicopter Room: Not A Bathroom At All