That’s fair, I can’t even touch a joint anymore without my stoned mind conjuring an army of cops telling me my parents died, meanwhile this guy gets to walk around looking so zenned out it’s like the Sugar Crisp Bear had a kid with a sleepy baby.
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New Fiction by Ed Park
Malaysian Neo-Nazis
Fighting for a Pure Malay Race
The Strongest Dwarf in New Jersey
Remembering My Tormentor
Gay Men and Their Misogyny Problem
It's Not Cute Anymore
Snooping Around Nicolas Cage's House
So Many Bummers
Saudi Arabia's Feminist Revolution
It's Not Happening
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