I have been working 30 hours for a woman who reproduced through artificial insemination, choosing sperm with a physical description closest to "will look like a Barbie or Ken doll" without regard for other sustainable qualities. The woman wants a doctorate in art history so that someone can call her "Doctor".
Andy has been bringing home student poetry from a class he's enrolled in, "Poetry Writing". I'm having a hard time understanding why those with a barely matured version of one's childhood conception of poetic merit are considered much better than those with conceptions of poetic merit from childhood.
Like, a poem shaped like a toothbrush that's supposed to mean a blowjob.
