When I asked ChatGPT to tell me who I was and why I mattered, perhaps I got what I deserved, which tends to amplify pain rather than to buffer it.
There was a time when I didn’t believe in love. That’s not true, exactly. I’ve always known love was real, because if it’s not, there
One day, I received some bad news: I was going to be required to travel to Buffalo, New York for work.
Who am I to judge the state of modern Tiki? All I know is that I like juice and booze all dressed up with flamin’ limes and crazy straws.
I love this beef. It’s fascinating on many levels, and it’s so bafflingly stupid that it makes me realize I’m alive.
If you’re not a performer, you should be one for a night, just to understand why you shouldn’t trust anyone just because they happen to be holding a microphone.
You see the dude and you’re like, oh gotcha, Frank Crum is an offensive tackle from Wyoming.
Are you ever going to shut up and kiss me, you fool?