
I JUST WANT PALS TO JOSH AROUND WITH by Kevin Richard White
Maybe we discuss how soft our wives’ hands are, how they look in the shower, how they may or may not love us.

Maybe we discuss how soft our wives’ hands are, how they look in the shower, how they may or may not love us.

No, son, I’m afraid you won’t grow up to be anything. You’re only a drawing, after all.

God shares my taller daughter’s name now. Which is Hope. I say it five times when she covers the inbound. Hope. Hope. Hope. Hope. Hope.

RG: What do you dislike about podcasts?
IR: Hosts.


And says a warrior’s prayer as the mahogany bear carvings come alive. She understands the will of the Valkyrie as the will of the H bomb.

I’m sick’a feeling like I’m walkin’ through an eternal earthquake. I need some solid ground under me – just a little stability and peace.

But before I can swallow, I must disarm her. Rob her of agency and hope. Break the faith that brought her to the enclosure.

I wanted to highlight how that’s an impossible fantasy in biographies of someone in the past. That said, I wanted to be silly with the title.

John tracked their interactions and gauged the hierarchy. A redhead with no shirt and a flashbang sunburn ordered the youngest ones around. They worked in shifts now.