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Michael Che inspired me to confront prejudice. I’ve selected little green men. We haven’t met these people, and we’re already making assumptions.
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Michael Che inspired me to confront prejudice. I’ve selected little green men. We haven’t met these people, and we’re already making assumptions.

A man at baggage claim brought fresh flowers and full yacht rock regalia. Meanwhile, the driverless cars are offering a notification. I’m rooting for the flowers.

I bought a smart refrigerator for the ice balls. I hadn’t planned on defending them.

California’s wine glut means expensive bottles are showing up at bargain prices. Finally, an opportunity to develop a sophisticated palate without developing a sophisticated budget.

A North Las Vegas neighborhood has a speed limit of 14.5 mph. My Prius displays whole numbers. At 14.75, does someone emerge from the clubhouse with a calculator and a boot?

Starbucks says it isn’t buying Chipotle. Good. I have questions about the beans, Americano burritos, and finding a Sharpie that can spell my name wrong on crushed tin foil.

I criticized an SNL performance. The replies reviewed my age, career, sports teams, and soul patch—and suggested a future in feline knitwear. Apparently, my chin needs representation.

Before seeing Digger, I thought the advertising campaign sucked. Afterward, I understood why. A spoiler-free review involving fishing gear, questionable judgment, and a movie I may be untangling forever.

They called me the mayor of Section 210. Then my ticket price kept rising, and the mayor got priced out of his district. Now the Golden Knights’ sellout streak is over, and I have a complaint: the people who helped bring hockey to Las Vegas should still be able to afford a seat.