Hey girlie! Oh my gosh, so nice to meet you! My name is Tessarine, but you can call me Tess. I just wanted to come over and tell you that my friend over there thinks you’re really cute. And also he’s running for state senate, can he count on your vote? Yeah him over there in the khakis and the Patagonia quarter-zip, yeah.
Hey. You. You give ‘em hell out there, okay? You give ‘em damn hell. I know it’s been a tough year. I know better than anyone. But you? You’ve got somethin’, kid. Somethin’ special. You’ve got moxie comin’ outta your ears, I can smell it from a mile away, and I know it’s scary, I know it is.
Wake up, Brown students. We’ve been asleep for too long. The world is burning and we’re all acting like nothing is happening. It’s time that we make smart choices and start buying products from companies that sell things. We’re smart. We can’t keep ignoring the ways our actions affect the world.
It’s Brad you say you’ve encountered before, then just two more trials ‘fore you pass through the door. Have you come empty-handed or bearing great gifts? A case or a bottle? A blunt or a spliff?
Brought with you eight Natty’s, half a pint of Everclear.
First off, I want to be absolutely clear: I am very much in favor of religious freedom. After all, I did found Providence in order to give people a place to worship free from fear of persecution. My issue is with the fact that religious freedom is pretty much all people remember me for when in reality, there’s so much more to me.
The word Halloween doesn’t appear in Bobby “Boris” Pickett’s 1954 folk classic “Monster Mash,” yet every late October, like clockwork, people who otherwise show no interest in the song are suddenly comfortable playing it ad nauseum. It’s disrespectful to both the legacy of the artist and to the fans for whom the song has incredible meaning to ghettoize this beautiful work to such a brief time of the year.
You mustn’t think only of yourself, Ophelia. When the Homeland was under siege, we left for you, for YOU! We uprooted our lives to give you the opportunities we never had, and for you to become the world’s preeminent coloratura soprano.
Don’t look back! Your place is in Milan now.
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