I love how delusional some clothing descriptions are. You read the tag and it’s like, “Hand wash only. Tumble dry on low.” Son, you’re a cotton T shirt. You’re going in the washing machine, and whatever happens in there is in God’s hands.
I was told today by a 17-year-old that there was no way people were writing 10 page papers without Al.
Dude, I was writing 10 page papers without having read the book.