One lesbian versus 96,000 square feet of Christmas and capitalism – thank goodness we wear comfortable shoes
Stella wrote “Cheech!” and we hoped for the best.
The only straight thing about me is my bingo card.
If anyone wants to hear my pitch for Toy Story 4, I’ve got it now.
I’ve survived finals, the flu and Seasonal Affective Disorder Madness Night. I need some movies.
Amusement park safety standards in the ‘40s left something to be desired.
There’s regular crazy and then there’s succulent crazy.
Dad whispered, “Did you bring the ponchos?”
Why wouldn’t you freeze a muffin forever?
Everyone knows that a hot air balloon eventually pays for itself.