After the numerous services rendered to Anglo-Norman literature, and the elucidation of its antiquities, by the late respected Abbé de la Rue, the concluding remarks on the last of his lucubrations, contained in the Obituary of your last Magazine, appear to be unmeritedly severe.

Ralph Wiggum is generally employed as a bottomless fount of glorious non sequiturs, but in “I Love Lisa” he stands in for every oblivious chump who ever deluded himself into thinking that with persistence, determination, and a pure heart he can win the girl of his dreams.

All Normal Catholic Schoolgirls had creative ways of sluttifying our pure-as-the-driven-snow required attire. […] Most important is rolling your skirt so that it is a virtual mini […]

My father has been trucking for 20 years.