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The New Yorker : Daily Shouts
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If you manage to make it through the swim, and to peel off your starchy bathing suit, you’ll begin a hundred-and-twelve-mile uphill bike ride to...

For some reason, I have been voted to be the leader of the uprising against Society in this dystopian Y.A. action movie, but I really just need to...

Featuring Walton Goggins’s Weirdly Hot Jalapeño Tequila and Sydney Sweeney’s Pure White Rum.

“Appreciate you reaching out. I will get back to you as soon as I figure out whose unsaved number this is.”

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!”
