‘Ex-gay therapy‘ is an oxymoron of a magnitude equal to ‘morning person’
The more I learn about the fundraising-industrial complex, the more smug I feel about spending all my money on myself.
How do you write an epic feature on the history of bodybuilding and not mention the phrase ‘male beauty pageant’?
When you think about it, there’s only one reason romance novels enjoy a lesser literary status than Westerns, spy novels or sci-fi: Their primary readership contains vaginas.
Seattle’s got 99 problems, but a ditch ain’t one.
It’s about time someone applied cold, hard economic truth to the human struggle to find a good panini.
Maybe we’re all living alone into our 30s because it’s fucking awesome. Did you ever think of that, New Yorker, huh?
KFC is basically a tobacco company.