Whenever I’m driving and I see people cross the street warily, I pretend I’m a car in Frogger and continue at a steady speed.

I don’t like tennis, but I do like sports.
If I’d have known today was going to be such a shit fest, I would not have worn white pants.
Why does all emotional baggage have to be about relationships and not, like, fear of muppets or something?
Canadians have a dozen ways to say “snow,” no ways to say “no”

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