“In the event of a water landing, you have fifteen seconds to live.”
Few things make me happier to be gay than watching straight people on reality wedding shows.
Amusement park safety standards in the ‘40s left something to be desired.
“I’m going to go through all of the stages of grief, but not in the right order,” A warned me as we went in to see Hillary Clinton. “So good luck.”
Most of her waking thoughts are devoted to “How can we see a beluga?”
Dad whispered, “Did you bring the ponchos?”
Were they all gay peacock couples? Did they adopt eggs or use a surrogate?