Grand Rapid’s red-wing black bird isn’t a fan of social distancing.
Now, the drop-clothes are gone. The BLM murals blend in with the same-o same-o. The homeless melt back into the concrete searching for dropped change.
One more caveat: the instructions are in Chinese, including those for the miniature IKEA shelves which are impossible enough to make when you are using a Philips screwdriver, not tweezers and a glue gun.
I cannot think of one emoji with the impact of a postage stamp or a font as endearing as Leaky Fountain Pen
Hopefully, George Floyd will not be forgotten in a few weeks when people go back thumping their Bibles, and care more about the extra ketchup in a supersized meal than the single mother that handed it to them.
I’m not a real teacher. I just play one on the internet.
Everything that I know about teaching I learned from advertising.
As they cut flowers out with paper and transform toilet paper rolls into works of art, Americans will continue to die at a rate of one per minute, still not understanding that man is at the mercy of nature.
The amount of deaths is like Six degrees of Kevin Bacon. But it’s not six degrees; it’s two. And it’s not Kevin Bacon—it’s the Grim Reaper. And the deaths are limited to people. The casualties include ma and pa diners, graduation parties, and baseball season.