5.17.01 Years ago, I worked at my campus newspaper and used to get letters from inmates. Well, I'm here for you. He touches a lock and it breaks. The Slate's intelligent spread on the Decline of Fashion Photography . I'm tired of fashion magazines trying so hard to be hip that they forget to be inspiring.
Rangers are so hot.
The first thing I found out about selling cars is that the dumber you are, the better. So this guy dies in his rocking chair. Papers keep being delivered, the grass keeps growing, the neighbors are getting pissed. But no one realizes the guy is dead until four years later when someone buys the house at a delinquent taxes auction and finds a corpse in the living room. One month after my second son was born he was notified that he was pre-approved for a Mastercard.