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The New Yorker : Daily Shouts
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Would you like the standard, “classic” effigy of me, suitable for hanging from a tree limb or a scaffold? Or would you like the effigy of me that...

“LOOK SHARP, BUTTHEADS!” I bellowed. “IT’S WOMAN TIME!”

The ballroom ceiling will feature a Sistine Chapel-inspired fresco, depicting traditional American heroes.

At school, I wave goodbye to my son, but he doesn’t even look back, such is his hurry to get to the singing of the Soviet Anthem.

Though I cannot sue the people or entities that have wronged you, I BITE BACK, and you will owe me nothing until I bite.
