New York, 1982 by Michel Vanden Eeckhoud

That's because you were raised in the calendar, otherwise it would seem crazy to you

dora:get the fuck out of here, damn it, can’t you see you aren’t welcome here anymore?! diego:but i— dora:no, i don’t want to hear it! just get out! Go, Diego, go!

i’m just like ‘naw’

Some of y’all ain’t ready for it tho

has there been a Cathy graphic novel? long form reveries triggered by desserts concluded with an “oof” or a “yikes!” would read.

Most people think the interlocutor who Chappell Roan speaks to in the chorus of Pink Pony Club is her mother, but the lyric that they're mishearing as "Oh, mama" is actually "Obama"

telling someone who’s sneezing too much to “shut up your nose”

constantly