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Once upon a time, in a drab corporate office, I had a boss who was so stupid you could cram his brain up an ant’s ass, and it would bounce around like a BB in a boxcar. I tried like hell to cater to his many shortcomings—lack of humor topping the list—but Pee-wee’s inability to lead was too tall an order.

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As I grabbed it off the rack, my fingertips realized it was Saxony tweed. At this point, I began praying: Dear Jesus, I know I’m a heathen with more vice than virtue, but I need a jacket! Before I knew it, I was confessing my sins like Chunk in The Goonies.

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The Golden Child is golden head to toe: starting from the top - his scalp is adorned with wavy walnut-colored locks that women fawn over. His cheeks and jawline, which resemble the proportions of a Greco-Roman soldier, have a heavy prickling of coarse facial hair, but he's always clean-shaven on account of habits he picked up as an officer in the Marine Corps.

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Hate is a radically atrocious word. How can so much darkness be packed into something so small? Strung together, it’s just two vowels and two consonants, alternating to form a single-syllable verb. Maybe that's why it is so poisonous. Unlike a boa constrictor, whose length is measured in yards, hate is as exacting as the venom in a spider.