A fly’s life is entirely filth. He and all nature’s other decomposers are there to remove out of sight what you can’t bear to look at. They’re a lot like funeral directors, in that way.
If you could be instantly present anywhere in the universe, would you choose a place where a teenager was playing the electric drums and it smelled like a cafe inside a UPS Store?
Preschoolers are only a little bigger than the average house cat, and far smaller than the average dog. They can feasibly accomplish what I’ve only dreamed about: to ride the back of a chocolate lab as if it were a horse.
I remember graduating from college and thinking “Why can I automatically tell that someone is a parent, even if they … More
These are the type of white millennial who will only host their personal blog on the dark web. If you ask this type of white millennial what his favorite animal is, he’ll lie, just to cover his tracks.