I don't date outside my borough, much less outside of my neighborhood, so five miles seems like a lot to me. But then again, LA folks drive.
3,000 miles?!
The Green Latifah juice — was it necessary?
"Disaster for you is a hit for me." You do have to hit those traffic goals.
2, 870 miles? No.
Die Hard is not a Christmas movie and this Love, Actually slander is rude.
I don't know why, but Josh's voice sounds fake.
Please don't get into a phone relationship.
Okay, these dick pic jokes are funny.
Oh, they're in deep.
Top Gun is homoerotic.
This reading is sweet.
Get on the plane.
The shake weights . . .
"The real journalists." I'm fuming. Every editorial writer ever has dealt with this. You're a real journalist.
Lost luggage, classic.
I'm from upstate New York and can confirm that Ubers are few and far between.
