There is a show called “Sex Box.” Now you know.
It was a dark and stormy night. My Pandora station based on Europe’s The Final Countdown could have gone in any direction…
In which I discuss one of the very few topics about which my best friend and I disagree.
“You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.”
“This is the kind of arrant pedantry up with which I will not put,” said Winston Churchill. Except he probably never said it.
Her name was Lola. She was a showgirl.
I get a little bit meta this week. Also, cannibalism.
I think I may be a little bit in love with Emma Stone.
For crying out loud, Ace of Base had how many hits? Where is the justice, universe?!?
No, no. Please, alter this beloved foodstuff beyond recognition. I was only eating it for the flavor, after all.
Thank you, random stranger, for giving me something to ponder as I count down the miles on my way back home.
“Are you sure you don’t want to check it? Here, I’ve taken it out of my wallet already. Why don’t you just glance at it?”
“The Simple Life”? Nay, loving her was far too complicated.
You’re welcome to all the peaches you can eat, man. But please shut up about it.
I probably couldn’t have afforded a Bellini, even if I’d thought to order one
I guarantee we were having more fun than anyone else in that restaurant.
The video is also fantastic.
“What’s that weird ticking bracelet you’re wearing?”
This week Stupid Tuesday questions go back to their roots.
I will agree with the naysayers about the traffic jam line.
When I want subjective scoring, I’ll watch a figure skating competition.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, I’ll probably be in bed anyway.
You don’t even want to know how many day planners I bought and barely used.
“R U OK” “Not really”.
If you’ve ever wondered why Soft Cell didn’t really take off in the US, I’m happy to give you an answer.
“Liberate tuteme ex inferis,” the character sinisterly intones. I wish I had.
Some guys memorize sports stats. I can identify Tatjana Patitz.
What can I say? I thought it looked cool at nineteen.
You’re an idiot, Hugh.
Tonight, tonight… I’m changing the station
Every cloud has a silver lining. Even the one that he kicked up.
Scream away, feel free. But at Ibsen, not at me.
What?!? You mean it’s NOT the happiest sound goin’ down today?
Russell Saunders, master diplomat
Eight shiny brass monkeys from the ancient, sacred crypts of Egypt. Or at least that’s how I learned it.
Who’s the Wedge Antilles in the “Star Wars” of your life?