Just made an Italian flag pizza. The phone lines are open.
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Just made an Italian flag pizza. The phone lines are open.
Only the right kind of participation trophies.
What if I had told you that player was going up against the Wizards?
Oh, you mean the year “I” was a freshman in high school playlist.
I was expecting Trent Reznor after hearing the intro to Facet Squared.
Just played this whole album yesterday for the first time in a while. Stalker!
I've got like one one thousandth the followers that Michele has, so this is like pouring a Dixie cupful into a waterfall. But if every one of the people who follows me were to read this story, they will have read a great piece of micro fiction. tldr: another good one from Michele you should read.
Thanks, Will!
Thanks, Tom.
I've got a new story out today in the inaugural issue of Wandering Lights, a really beautifully laid out magazine. My story is on p. 19 but check out the whole issue. wanderinglightsmag.com/archive
This is Bryan Adams erasure
The Detectives Endowment Association should take a cue from its name and grow a pair.
They give out three every year.
Once again, the guy ain’t getting my vote. But that post is just rage bait that doesn’t capture what he really said in full, which is documented elsewhere.
That would be my choice.
Korn sticker on a Cybertruck.
I’ve blocked out a lot of that pregnancy. It was very traumatic losing Liam.
Wait. Just had a weird flashback to when she was pregnant and was going on about that name.
Look, man, you can’t flummox me with your logic.
Playing in the same division with the Nationals will do that.
I was never aware of her longing to do that until Liam told me when they got the dog. Also, I may have jumped on that and given that name to a character (based very, very loosely on Ann) in a longer-form piece of fiction I am writing. But that chapter didn’t survive the first draft.
I managed to eke out 119 words for this wonderful collection, but I'm most excited about my friend Liam making his debut in the leadoff spot.
Well, you nailed that song in your comment, which should have been one of the essays in this collection.
Other reasons to hate him, but state law mandates that the governor issue this proclamation every year.
Time to start plugging Saturday's love/anti-love songapalooza.
“I’m seeking 1 billion dollars for 10 percent of my company,That Feeling You Get 30 Seconds Before the Colonoscopy Drugs Knock You Out, in a Bottle.”
"Hi, Mom. That story I worked on for years finally got published!"
"That's great. Congratulations! Where, can I read it?"
"Um ... Shitstain Quarterly."
"---"
I’m afraid that Connecticut has peaked.
