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D’Amato, who was sitting toward the back of the plane — in a seat with sparse legroom — began chanting “make them move,” which a smattering of fellow passengers took up, and marched up and down the aisle.

Only the ones who truly have no soul will be unfazed by it.

There’s always a dress shop next to a mercantile.

It’s the drinker’s puff face.

I think you’re going for “twunk,” as my friends and I say. A combination of a twink and a hunk. They’re lean, defined guys who are young.

We had drinks and sloppy joes. He immediately made me feel nervous. Yadda yadda yadda... I had to kill two hours until my father woke up.

I read it as “the mother of one of the male cheerleaders in the photograph told WhatDAFuck that...”

Trader Joe’s Mediterranean hummus is better anyway.

I’ve had several “incognito” poops. The kind where you wipe and it’s clean. There’s no trace at all.

I’m heartbroken and fearful for being Mexican-American and gay in this country. 

My mom can’t wait to vote this year because:

The sports thing... I went to TJ’s the other night and they had the local college game on blast on the store speakers. It was grating because a) I don’t care and b) it was too damn loud.

He reminds me so much of my elementary school librarian and sexy is the last thing Ms. Watkins was.

I love a good Tom Yum soup when I start to feel like death.

She’s like the Donald Trump of pop.

It’s the Yoko Ono tweet version of a sticker.

That Coexist sticker irritates me so much every time I see it on a car.

I have a hard enough time justifying a fancy trail mix from Trader Joe’s for myself, never mind a squirrel.

Yoko’s daily tweets about thinking, dreaming peace make me frown at my screen.