Hey, have you heard that one about the difference between me, Wit, and my loutish cousin, Hilarity? No? Okay, so I walk into a bar, you see, very unassuming, and order a martini. Then the...

Oh, hey, kettle, I’m pot and wow, you’re black.” – Owen

My father thinks reading is a waste of time.” Hunter thought her father was a waste of space.

[…] One night, five men from Nuweiba were travelling past the mountain, and one of them fell behind, and was separated from his companions. As the man – whom we will call Ahmed – wandered...

There is something almost shocking in the notion of so chaste a function carrying this Kantian hurlyburly in her womb.