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Verbal Strategist
This is Andrew Jackson, aka Amp.
Saturday I left my apartment to head to the Science March. I thought I’d take some pictures. I never made it there. Instead, I met Andrew.
Welcome back to another Marvelous Cruise Ship employee orientation.
As you all probably know, my season took a tragic turn last year when a biblical-sized wave capsized the 200,000-ton cruise ship I was on, sending 4,999 people to a watery grave with one survivor: me.
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My name is Trevor. I’m 14 and a half years old and these pumpkins totally had it coming...
I am waiting. Nestled in the womb of a modern day Aphrodite—divine fruit hanging from a golden tree. I am the actualization of the musical messiah. Sprung forth from his milky-white notes...
Do you remember me? Do you remember the way you used to hold me? The way you used to make me feel needed? The way you used to pay $49.99 a month to whisper sweet nothings into my ear for 600 minutes plus 50 whenever minutes...
There’s nothing wrong with a little flatulence. In fact, flatulence is healthy. But what about when you flatulate out of your vagina? In the throes of passion, two sweaty bodies collide and sometimes a little toot comes out. Those tiny toots are called…
May 7th, 1994
Dear Puppy Barn,
It's me again, Mr. Elizabeth. My wife and I are concerned. Clifford is about the size of a minivan...
I developed and pitched this T-shirt idea to BustedTees, who then produced it and now sells it on their website.
For miles and miles you march. In the hot desert heat it seems as if you will march to your death. Your antennae and mandibles have grown dry, yet two by two, all in identical brown uniforms, you and the army of thousands continue on. Finally, the One holds out her hand...
