"I tried Dad," Ron bellowed, clutching the corpse of his father. Though only dead a short time, the flesh was already growing cold. The stench of death was spreading to cover up the odor of spilled beer coming from a half-dented can of Lone Star.
I just got off the phone with the post-secondary institution I've decided to enrol myself in. In order to start my education in my new field of choice, I wanted info on the documentation I had to provide.
It has been nearly four months since the mighty corporation smote the humble Office Slave (Level III) from the annals of its payroll. I am loving every minute of it.
Throughout history oppressive regimes have rewritten history in order to justify their existence. By creating a fictional history, these authorities use a powerful form of propaganda to support their powerbase.
We?ve all heard about places with a Starbucks on every corner, or even seen it ourselves. In Houston, Texas there's even a Starbucks across from a Starbucks.