A driver and passenger, but also more than that. Driving across the open country, it’s just you, your stories, and your secrets.
Submitted with apologies and shame for the poor graphics departments responsible for “creating” and trading this filth for ad revenue.
I’m a man of means. Means enough that, if you cease this infantile complaining, we can end this evening sharing a meal at Cracker Barrel.
I blame that fucking cat. I wish I’d never heard about that cat. Trapped in that steel crate. I hope it’s dead.
Nice try, Sno Caps. You are not delicious. Let’s run back some of the other time-honored flavors that are actually gross. A classic case of white nonsense.
It took a special night at the theater—with the Obamas—to remind Greg why he decided not pursue his boyhood dream of being a Congressman.
All the ladies on this cruise ship are ready to get on the dance floor. They’re just waiting to hear their name called. Lou… care to help us out?
They say the best writers don’t write for an audience. They write because they MUST. But still, is anyone out there? Does anyone even read anymore?
Watch out world! Morganza L. is an Elite Yelper who knows what she wants and is here to write about it. It’s love, OK? FINE. She’s lonely. But still, how was that froyo?