When Australian girls saw videos of No Pants Day in New York, instead of going “Ha,” they said, “Bluff called.” Now everyone is in permanent morning-after-sex mode with wads of cash and spare sunglasses shoved down the back of their underwear, and the only thing keeping the forest of boners down are the omnipresent flip-flops.
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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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