Nobody Comes To Minnesota To Take Their

There's Something Magical About Spending A Sunday Night Watching Real People At A Deli, Then Watching Fake People Pretending To Be Real On Tv, Then Engaging In (arguably) False Interaction With (arguably) Real People On The Internet. Never At Any Prior Point In Time Has This Been Possible.

I Always Wanted To Strip. I'm Sort Of One Of Those People Who Would Walk Past A Strip Club And While Everybody Else Might Give It A Passing Glance Or Cracks A Joke, I'd Be Like Pressing My Face Up Against The Window Trying To See In. I Was Very Curious Always.

I Know White Clothing Is Supposed To Enhance That Summer Glow, But Writers Don't Tan.

I Am Actually Able To Do Other Things. I'm Not Just This Writer.

If This Whole Writing Thing Doesn't Work Out, I'll Be Getting Right Back On The Pole.