Nerdighters make me believe in America again.
My inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
And, since they are theater people, they are all talking. All of them. Simultaneously. They do not need to be heard; they only need to be speaking.
I always had this secret suspicion that I was special.
People are different when you can smell them and look up close, you know?
Shame about how weโre gonna die here, though. I mean, seriously. An Arab and a half-Jew enter a store in Tennessee. Itโs the beginning of a joke, and the punch line is โsodomyโโ.