February 2012
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That awkward moment when you don’t know how to type “ñ” on a word processor.
And you decide to Google “Espana” to copy the letter.
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The Penis Knight
This is the story of a boy. Some called it a curse, and others called it a blessing.
On the borders of a sunny forest, far away, there he was, a little boy.
As he went to look, he suddenly noticed a basket full of delicious penises.
“What a feast I shall have,” he thought to himself. “Red, yellow, black, and white; the smell, the shape, the size, they all seemed...
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Corkscrewed
I swear, I felt like my world crumbled this afternoon. I was feeling sleepy. I was feeling unusually depressed (because I’m single as fuck). And I felt like I needed to punch a baby.
But I didn’t. Instead, I punched Dudley—and he turned the tables on me.
I’d normally shrug off defeats in Street Fighter; I’d accept them nobly. But Dudley was different. I have a story about him. I have a story about...
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Why do I always convince myself that a writer’s block is non-existent when in reality, the mere thought of it makes it warm, breathing, and alive?