The Summer Is A Wonderful Time To Die
Last summer, someone told me that the world was going to end. It was the Rapture, we were all going to fry on this chosen day at the end of May. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we all fall down. In order to prepare for the inevitable end, I started to slowly dissolve into mush.
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The Hottest Male Animated Characters: Part 2
As long as he keeps his mouth shut, Archer could get it.
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Gaby Dunn is a writer, journalist and comedian in New York City.
She is an editor at Thought Catalog and a ... 
You Have To Stop G-Chatting Me, Mom
So I said you must have a phone that couldn’t text, that I heard those existed somewhere, and then I walked out of the room. Because, honestly, I didn’t want you to text.
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Brian Donovan has written for Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, NPR, Chappelle's Show, CNN, Fox News, Comedy Central, and ... 
Walking Away From Friendship
He told me that his wife was dead, his kids were gone, and so were most of his friends. He had no friends, really. He told me he reads all day to pass the time, that it felt like the world had left him behind.
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Morgan is a writer from Los Angeles, based nowhere. He is currently riding his bike from Paris to Shanghai, doing one ... 
A Brief History Of Sexual Encounters
Once you’re naked in front of someone they will know all of your secrets. I would like to know everyone’s secrets, and thus see all the people naked everywhere, but I don’t want them to know mine.
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Amanda just moved in with her parents and works at a Chili's. She is still deciding what she would like to be when ... 
