Moisturizers don’t slow death (or aging, probably).
Mission accomplished, women’s mag ads.
Luxury watch ads are the fucking worst.
And, the Patek Philippe ones are especially demoralizing.
Seriously Cadillac, S.T.F.U.
It’s the truth. Sorry.
Hear that, asshats who wear shades on the subway?
A toast—to scar tissue!
The state of mind of a serial killer must be bliss.
Just for using the phrase “sweat session,” that writer should be beaten.
And you’ll die alone. The end.