I wandered lonely as a cloud.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a roving
By the light of the moon.
Don’t ask how I know this, but you do not want to smell the inside of an 18th century phonebooth.
Unpredictable, prone to explosive behavior: it’s no surprise that PG&E is powered by pitts.
Well, yes, if you don’t get out much, I suppose it is “groundbreaking.” Art’s a helluva game, know what I mean?
For my next trick, I shall conjure a mid-size sedan.
It’s Christmas morning, you get a book, a book full of rebuses. You’re pretty sure you’re good at deciphering just about every kind of rebus until this mother trips you up. Stupid book for stupid Christmas.
And don’t we all wish we might so organize our downcast-eyed time, between the middling embarrassment of existence to out-and-out shame? Time is nigh for resolutions, my friends: let us begin here, let us begin with this typeface.
Writerly type ISO willowy lady who enjoys long wintry walks, hedge mazes, country quiet.
Kids okay.
Popkoff come to your house, warm the frozen piroshki with the heat of his Russian heart. No, actually is stomach, Popkoff’s stomach is like microwave thanks to nuclear reactor accident. Is not all spider powers.
Remember that short-lived sit-com from 1983, about Reps who were always trying to put the moves on the girls in the next office over? Starred that guy who later got caught in a San Diego hotel room scandal. Doesn’t hold up well in re-runs.
New this Spring on Lifetime: she’s a by-the-books telepathic Catholic, he’s a faith healing snake handler questioning his faith. Together, they’re on a VisionQuest!
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