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The New Yorker : Daily Shouts
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Generate yourself as a [age] [gender] who sounds like [parental figure or lost loved one] mixed with [favorite entertainer].

Bunly: State Nickname: The Creamy Leftovers State. State Motto: “Oops, I left it in Bunly.” State Gemstone: The humble pebble.

If the San Andreas Fault opens up, we’ll send Dwayne (The Rock) Johnson to help. Not to help you, specifically—he’ll just generally lend a hand in...

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.
