I love this little red owl. Credit to Dan Rizzolo.
Yes, it's that time again. Time to scrape some more wisdom off my cranium, mix it with a little common sense, and mortar the bricks of culture and civilization into a wall of brilliance and total smartness.
HA! Take that, stupid, stupid William Faulkner. Like writing's so haaard.
Flash mobs know they're flash mobs. They practice. If you haven't been invited to the flash mob practice, you are not in a flash mob. You're just an idiot doing the macarena in the middle of the food court.
Anyone who does the macarena with you is also an idiot.