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"Cutting through human flesh is terribly difficult," our Science Professor told us with a far away look, "like cutting through a tire."
"Cutting through human flesh is terribly difficult," our Science Professor told us with a far away look, "like cutting through a tire."
I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with my female body when I saw that the majority of his "Recent Searches" were for gay porn and homosexual networking sites.
My ex-wife would freeze up every time she told the story of coming home from church as a child and finding all the dolls she had left lined up in tiny chairs replaced by the dead squirrels that her father had killed that morning.
The dog poop canvassed the concrete floor like a Jackson Pollock, and I was able to pause and appreciate the talent involved before the smell arrived.
Due to the ringworm on my back that I never noticed, I had to tell my parents that my wrestling season was over after they had driven an hour to come see me.
She was only 16, but I guess sledding is a pretty good way to go.
After crying in a church parking lot for 20 minutes about the news of my best friend's death, someone from the church asked me to leave.
As I lay in bed, wailing and sobbing after hearing news of the horrible accident, you were across the country sending an e-mail telling me not to be so sensitive and upset.
I realized how mundane my job was when I received an email from my brother in Iraq stating, "A mortar hit two trailers down, but thank God it didn't detonate."
"Staying together for the kids" gained a whole new meaning last night.
He says oral sex from a guy isn't cheating and is surprised I'm packing and moving out.
As I stared in disbelief at the bright blue screen before me, my only coherent thought was that five BSODs in a week could only mean there was something very, very wrong with my new laptop.
The guinea pig's name was Kaytee until I caught him cleaning his organ one day.
That quiet summer night in the emergency room was the first time I saw my father cry.