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“Fauxhawk lives in mortal fear of dancing and I am a complete spaz, so I had to talk him through a series of awkward white person moves while everyone gathered around us. It was like watching a Stevie Wonder impersonator...
Read More“Fauxhawk lives in mortal fear of dancing and I am a complete spaz, so I had to talk him through a series of awkward white person moves while everyone gathered around us. It was like watching a Stevie Wonder impersonator...
Read MoreIt’s funny how we’re sort of born with our personalities firmly rooted in place. Each morning my second grade teacher, Mrs. O’Keefe, would lead us in a rousing rendition of “Oh, What a Beautiful...
Read MoreYou know what I hate? I hate when I am listening to ridiculous pop hip-hop music, trying to shake it so hard I dislodge my fillings, and then they have to go and break the beat for several measures while the artist — the...
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