Can’t decide which is better: the girl sporting a clear plastic trench coat or the chorus of Christmas classics sung in indeterminate foreign accents.
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Coming soon. THIS SUMMER. Will Sarah and the Goblin King finally consummate their unrequited (and totally effed-up) love?
My first ever published work. I’ll never again produce anything that matches its greatness.
Here’s what I want for Christmas. Read closely otherwise I’ll hate you forever.
Nothing more depressing than a college graduate, living at home, riffing on his Casio. And his only friend’s a dog. Who doesn’t even like him.
This massive whoops is hilarious…and has nothing to do with a thong.
Some shocking similarities more chilling than David Bowie’s steely glare.