This sort of meta-flattery more or less ensures that at least 25 people will still read about how your favorite book is something classy, like The Da Vinci Code.
“So, uh, Luke was tellin’ me that you had scored, like, tons and tons of American dollars and you were lending them back to us for Treasury Bonds? Yeah, what’s up with that? No, I mean, it’s, you know, it’s fine.”
My Great Aunt Nelda is probably giggling in her grave right now, because her revamped chandelier also found its way into my romantic comedy, “Mucho Caliente!”
You’ve seen them, the glossy cards with some absurdly hot girl dancing beside some text. These cards invariably have some pants-wettingly cool way of saying that you can be 18 to party, but you have to be 21 to drink.
Do you know what happens when I shimmy my hips and wave my hands around to the beat? My friends trap me under a bed sheet and beat me with socks full of quarters.
He has a massive brow, as well as a vacant, drooling sort of stare. He wouldn’t notice if you stood him at the bottom of a cliff and dropped an Acme™ anvil on his head, so a few bullets probably won’t slow him down at all.
Since Diddy’s ego is big enough to appear on air traffic control radars, I assumed that he planned to replace James Bond, rather than allow the legendary superspy to be his partner.
Suzie hadn’t invited me to her party, but she was inviting my parents? Could this evening get any worse?.. Could it ever!
The above was part of yet another political discussion taking place on Facebook, the premier forum for solving the world’s problems.
You can imagine how excited I was to hear that Chinese Democracy, the newest album by Guns n’ Roses, might no longer be the elusive Sasquatch of the music world.