Diagnosed with a terminal illness, Peter Katz hires a hitman to take him out. But when a cure is discovered, Peter's got to outrun the assassin to stay alive!
When douchebag lawyer Peter Katz gets diagnosed with terminal cancer, he wants to di...
A girl is encouraged to love and relate to the doll so she can too grow up to be a living doll for her husband.
However dreary de Beauvoir's painting of the struggles of being a woman is, she does give us a nugget of salvation. By rejecting societal norms of femininity, women can cast out the stigma of the otherness to become their own person.
Just like her lifetime boyfriend Jean-Paul Sartre, de Beauvoir states that a woman, more than just not being a man, is a sum of all her decisions. The authenticity of womanhood is that which is not imposed upon them, but what each woman decides she wants to be.
We at "Running with Scissors" would like to remind you that, if you're a woman who willingly drinks Clamato, we still believe you've made terrible choices in your life, you're a terrible person, and you're not to be trusted in any capacity whatsoever.
If you were to ask one Sarah McGuffin, she would say that she was, for all intents and purposes, an Administrative Assistant.
Yes, her job did entail bringing coffee to her boss, keeping appointments, and greeting people at the door, just like a secretary would, but without the perk of having a nice little observant holiday as secretaries have. But her job demanded more responsibility and moxie from her that from a secretary, like escorting a wanted man in a cross-country getaway to safety.
In fact, Sarah McGuffin chose to be an Administrative Assistant because she decided she would always do the right thing, even if it meant receiving a lead pipe to the face for it. Which she did. Be careful what you wish for!
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After Peter's ill-fated attempt at a distraction, the security of the museum got even tighter. Escaping was no longer an option. At least not for her.
As soon as things started going south, Hugo conjured an invisible lead pipe using his ironic hipster mime powers, which he immediately used to smash Sarah in the face, breaking her nose in two.
She fell backward, trying in vain to scoop up the torrent of blood spurting out of her nose.
"You French bastard!" she yelled. "We trusted you!"
Hugo gave her a shit-eating grin, which Sarah found weird, since there was no edible shit around to be seen. "Je suis désolé, Mademoiselle McGuffin. Never trust a French mime!"
He ran out to the hallway with the Gomez twins in tow. If you forgot about them, then you're a horrible person. We do so much to make a full, vibrant world, just for you to ignore it. We find it quite rude. So that's two things that make you horrible: Clamato and forgetting about the Gomez twins. Good? Let's move on.
"Monsieur Gendarme!" yelled Hugo. "I believe a wanted criminal is hiding in the room with the obnoxious pipe painting!
As several steps began to threateningly approach Sarah at an increased rate, she looked for a way out. Her only escape route was a conjoined room which seemed to be rather empty. She threw herself in, only to find the reason for its desolation: the room was a medieval torture exhibit, filled to the brim with instruments specifically designed to make the user inflict as much pain as possible.
