Snow Wahoo and the Four Breaks
By Zach Schauffler | April 18, 2017Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a pretty chill girl named Snow Wahoo. In fact, she was the chillest girl in all the land.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a pretty chill girl named Snow Wahoo. In fact, she was the chillest girl in all the land.
Ultimately, even though this is unrecognized financial genius, it looks like he will never be able to carry out my plan.
What if I had just gotten dumped and was trying to get over my ex by listening to an empowering break-up playlist, only to be accosted by the selfie of him and I that I just had deleted from my Facebook?
I don’t smile with my tongue anymore. I threw away my Burt’s Bee medicated lip balm. My lips are so chapped.
If you send multiple texts in a row, then how can I know for sure that the beginning of the next text is a separate thought and not an extension of the previous sentence?
Now I’m going to beg. I’m not proud of it, but it needs to happen and I’m the only one with low enough self esteem.
I never used to want to be president. It always seemed like a lot of work.
In any case, I suspected I might now find myself in trouble with the IRS.
I know this is a good school, but can we agree that no one here can offer a fresh, never-before-seen take on a congressional bill?
You dash out of the room, dreams of pumpkin muffins and apple crumble supplanting your previous concern that your professor’s body has been replaced by food.
My great-grandmother (“Mom Dondero,” as we referred to her as) was a shrewd woman.
Like most people, I google “Dolly Parton” about three times a week just to check up on my favorite country musician.
All of us know what it’s like to have neighbors. They always seem to want something from you — and nine times out of 10, what they want is for you to feed their pesky felines when they’re out of town.
Hey there, pal. I heard you got dumped. I’m really sorry about that.
With a wave of students thrown into disarray and confusion from these findings, teachers, doctors and educational experts are working to offer alternative locations for studying.
Faced with the threat of unemployment, I developed a plan.
A young boy watched as the last crop withered in his hands. “How did this happen?” he asked. “How did nobody notice this coming?”
If you or anyone you know would like to help me acquire one of these or literally any career, feel free to contact me.
Screw it, that’s not even far enough, lets just start rioting.
Ruffle my hair? Ah, hell, why not. For old time’s sake. Go right ahea — ouch! Damn it, Dad T-shirt.