"So you're saying my salivary glands are
over-producing?" I gushed.
Naming a restaurant "Shenanigans" doesn't send a
very reassuring message about food quality.
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Doctor: Your days are numbered.
OCD patient: Cool!
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I can't find a trustworthy illustrator for my new
book—they're all way too sketchy.
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At the Pigment Factory:
"Did you throw away the old indigo?"
"Yes. The dye has been cast."
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When I open my food cart, it'll be called Haute Dogs—and the
buns will be strictly upper crust.
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"So this app connects you instantly with an actress who
can play your grandmother for social events."
"What’s it called?"
"InstaGram."
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You never know what's going on inside someone else . . .
with the exception of the time you spend in utero.
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TEACHER: Kids, we're going to break down their classroom door
then DESTROY that homeroom!
FIRST GRADER: "But isn't that class warfare?"
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