Alongside an exciting array of queer thots of color and “thot-on-the-street interviews,” we should buckle in for a heavy dose of “totally, completely uncensored thottery,” which is something we can all get behind.
But getting people to hit the pavement is more than just a health concern. . . . [M]unicipalities are looking to combat inner-city decay by keeping the streets flush with pedestrians.
Jonah Byrde: Y'know, in third grade, we learned about the Temple of Heaven in Beijing. There are like 600 acres and on the grounds there's this building called the Hall for Prayer for Good Harvests. It's circled by this thing called the Echo Wall.
Wendy Byrde: Ok, ok.
Jonah Byrde: You can go there and even when people are whispering you just hear the same things repeated over and over and over.
Wendy Byrde: Ok, enough. You wanna be a smartass? You want to hate me? Fine.
Called Shasta because she hasta have this and she hasta have that, the bossy liger — she was a ligress, to be more precise — was one of the zoo's most beloved and famous residents before she died in 1972 at the ripe age of twenty-four.
