Seven agonizing nights aboard the Icon of the Seas
seen from United States
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seen from United States
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Seven agonizing nights aboard the Icon of the Seas
The president watches cable television news. He communicates with the public via Twitter, often to deny that he has raped women. The president makes sure the pornographic actresses he has slept with are paid their hush money in a timely manner. pic.twitter.com/Iha3f69vid
— Gary Shteyngart (@Shteyngart) July 6, 2019
He means more Jews could have been killed. https://t.co/MKt1uUULjQ
— Gary Shteyngart (@Shteyngart) October 27, 2018
Practicing for my first ever reading of Lake Success at UW’s Kane Hall tomorrow at 7pm, May 9th, in Seattle. Free tickets available at https://t.co/RcSlw5YOuf pic.twitter.com/9FwSYGuYpX
— Gary Shteyngart (@Shteyngart) May 9, 2018
Oh, no, I was really hoping to get into Dick. Will still give it the old college try. http://bit.ly/2tl0sN5
— Gary Shteyngart (@Shteyngart) June 19, 2017
For my watch peeps, the new @nomosglashuette Club Neomatik is like a full milligram of Xanax for the wrist. http://pic.twitter.com/dCoyMq3AV5
— Gary Shteyngart (@Shteyngart) June 19, 2017
Mentre camminavamo per questa pittoresca viuzza di Roma ho notato che Lenny aveva la camicia abbottonata tutta storta e gliel'ho sistemata. Volevo aiutarlo a sembrare un po' meno fesso. Non è anche questa una forma d'amore?
Gary Shteyngart, Storia d’amore vera e supertriste
Sono andato nel corridoio, che sembrava la sala arrivi dell'aeroporto di Fiumicino, con coppie che si incontravano, si appaiavano, sparivano nelle stanze, uscivano dalle stanze, si sistemavano la camicetta, si allacciavano la cintura, si salutavano.
Gary Shteyngart, Storia d’amore vera e supertriste