Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

New York City.

Plaid Pantry.

Chef Alexa Numkena-Anderson.

Agentic.

Racist D&D.

Knot.

Cui malo?

I know, I know: mocking the intellectually crippled is the jeu du jour of the left-blog elite, but people, really: Dobson and his ilk aren’t the ones comparing the homosexually inclined to dogs that moo; the Gill Foundation is. Sherman’s just pointing up the fatal flaw in Norman’s well-meaning but breathtakingly dim-witted argument: the proper stance in the fight for basic human rights isn’t I can’t help it I was born this way but what the fuck business is it of yours who I spend my life with?

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Buhurt.

Russell and Mosley.

Bear Gulch.

Enterprise.

Homeless.

Arthuriana.

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