Oh no. I’ve done it again. I’ve forgotten what sort of apple I like. All these cultivars, gifts from centuries of selective breeding, and I haven’t the faintest idea which one is Good. Apples are on my list, so I need to buy them, but there are so many to choose from and my hands…
America's two favorite recurring cliches, together at last.
What's my percentage? Does this make me a good person?
The order of this thing is all fucked up, and I don't like it.
Live, laugh, love, lounge, learn, liberate, leap, look, let be...
There are no winners here.
A rare peek inside The King of Pop's writing process.
Me, you, Paul, Prue, and a dozen of these weirdos.
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