“I regret to inform you that I have lost the ability to laugh or experience joy. This, as you might well imagine, is not the ideal condition for a humour writer.”
There is an offensive amount of pink in the world. It mocks you. The very concept of chocolate, of love, of happiness mocks you.
“That man can go straight to Hell, quite frankly, and I won’t even gaze forlornly upon him as one of my lost children when he succumbs to the darkness.”
Dozens of injuries are reported and the scene is currently still a mess of picket signs and face paint.
Reports are coming in providing evidence to suggest that white supremacy is back to some of its same—and worst—old tricks.
“I hate to say it, but that lady should really just answer her emails. That’s what adults do, right?”
We at the Other Press caught up with some students to ask how they’ll be spending their Groundhog Day!
The Tim Horton’s line curls like a bloated snake into the territory marked out by the Triple O’s and the stir fry place.
The first foundation she tried on me swatched orange, and was at least three shades darker than what I could ever hope to aspire to be even if I were to gently roast myself in the sun