There are many things that I would like. I would like time and a half for overtime. I would like this floor to shine like the top of the Chrystler Building. I would like Mae West to comeup and see me sometime.
Mick Jagger said it best. You Can’t Always Get What You Want.
I dance to the terrible pop songs they play in the supermarket. My sister hates it; I have no shame.
The right hemisphere of the brain is an awesome, magical thing.
It’s still worth reading even though GABE spoiled part of it for you. [Nice one, Gabe.]
Must it be off a plate? Also, must it be you?
It’s never Lupus.
See, I never watched “Two and a Half Men” because, frankly, it looked insipid and not at all funny. But this? Comedy gold!
I played it loud in front of my cats. Bert howled loudly, and indignantly, I might add, and tried to use his tiny kitty claws to brake through the glass door in order to hide in the shower. His brother Ernie, on the other hand, snored loudly through the whole thing.
I thought it was sweet.
Look, I realize I’ve been accused of being unsentimental, but I never thought I would be raising not one but TWO souless demon cats! Twins no less!
Should I be buying more garlic or something?
It’s “they’re calling again”, isn’t it? Dammit!
No, but he has done it again. How many weddings has it been for this fool? 6? 15? Eleventy?
Not only is Weiner right in that this stance hardly falls in line with the Republican Party’s calls for less government regulation, but given the way they’ve fought against Obama’s (admitedly pitiful) healthcare reforms, not to mention the way local states are going after Medicare, if said child is born with any sort of health problem, he or she is basically fucked. There was an Op-Ed in the NY Times over the weekend from a co-founder of Palm who was rejected for health insurance because she once had a corn on her foot. Anyway, way to go GOP! You sure do care about the children!
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Pants go in, stains come out. Nobody knows.
My dad loves Crocs so much he bought a pair of Red Sox Crocs for my uncle. It was the first Christmas after my mom had died, so my dad was out shopping for presents on his own for the first time in decades.
He had intended them as a peace offereing as he’s a die hard Yankees fan and Seamus, my uncle, was, er, not. My aunt and I were, needless to say, quite horrified on Christimas morning when Dad handed Seamus his gift and the treasures inside were revealed for all to see. Seamus, for his part, was delighted.
Saldy, they were the wrong size and, as the baseball season for the year was well over, could not be returned. So what does dear old Dad do? He, rightly, orders Seamus another plain pair of Crocs, but then keeps the Red Sox Crocs for himself. He wears them pretty much everwhere. When people ask if he’s a fan, he replies, “No, I like the Yankees.” I think he only gets away with it on account of his English accent.
My father has neither taste nor shame.
Didn’t the story say she was 83? Dude, if I make if to 75 (I ain’t even gonna make fifty, no matter how much raddichio I eat), you can bet your ass I will be eating all the damn pizza I want.
No fucking way will I wash it down with Diet Coke, however. Beer and whiskey all the way.
That’s just how I roll.
Huh, really? Because the trailer is, erm, underwhelming.
It kinda looks like “Fight Club” meets “The Good Girl” meets “The Sunshine Cleaning Company” only with more children and unnecessary explosions.
Seeing as I did not especially enjoy any of those movies, this isn’t what you would call a complimentary description.
I see (hear?) your point.
But it is good and I want moar! Moar!
One of my tips too!
I have no idea who made the “Single Ladies” video. Full disclosure: I may have been drunk when I found it.
Yes! I like the new record very much, but it is too damn short!
I am also one of those idiots who shelled out $48 for the double vinyl version. Why does an album clocking in at less than 40 minutes require two records, Thom? Why?
Those 60-some odd pieces of art better be worth it, Thommy. The world is a small place. I will find you — even if it in means I have to leave my house to do so.
I only saw the first two X-Men movies, know very little about the comics, am generally not a fan of the whole superhero genre and even I want to see this!
Plus Jennifer Lawrence is amazing. She broke my heart in “Winter’s Bone”. I’m welling up just thinking about it. . . .
I hope that someday I am fortunate enough to find someone and fall in love so that on Valentine’s Day I can give them a bizarrely photoshopped card with a misspelled reference to a character from “Friends” on it.
Until then, at least I have my cats.
I’d add that I have my dignity as well, but clearly that is a lie.
Hey Jay! You’ve just won a Hasty Pudding Award! Why the long face?
I was just going to say that they’re considerably better at this game than I am. And, in my defense, I’ve always felt that being short put me at a severe disadvantage.
Even though they are clearly far closer to the ground than I am. . . .
Apparently I am as good at logic as I am at tetherball.
This is disturbing. I am officially speechless. . . . In Seattle.
So, sports, they’re, like, a metaphor? For life?