'Sleeper'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Here's the full quote (I used it as a tagline once)
Hello. I'm Leonard Nimoy. The following tale of alien encounters is true. And by true, I mean false. It's all lies. But they're entertaining lies. And in the end, isn't that the real truth? The answer is: No.
eta: correct quote from a different source.
Darn. The one I've seen most recently is NG Nimoy.
My dad was telling me just yesterday about a one-man show he saw back in Detroit (probably about twenty years ago) that was Nimoy as Theo Van Gogh, and was based primarily on the letters between Theo and Vincent.
I was very jealous.
Didn't Alton Brown talk about Kellogg and serving popcorn as a cold cereal?
P-C, I don't think we can. Sorry. Are you coming to brunch on Saturday?
You bet your ass!
I bet my ass? What did I bet? If my ass wins, what happens? Can my ass default on the bet?
Oh, wait, wait I get it! It's a metaphor!
Dad doesn't drink milk and hates soy milk so he eats his cereal dry.
Actually he eats a combination of 2 or 3 with sliced strawberries or other fruit.
One of my co workers eats his granola with apple juice. He swears it tastes good but it looks to gross for me to try.
My dad was telling me just yesterday about a one-man show he saw back in Detroit (probably about twenty years ago) that was Nimoy as Theo Van Gogh, and was based primarily on the letters between Theo and Vincent.
Damn, I'd be jealous, too! I love reading about their relationship. He made it possible for Vincent to paint by supporting him. But the fact that Theo was a successful art dealer and yet Vincent never sold a painting is too ironic. Mental illness struck not only Vincent but some of their other siblings as well. They had a sister who spent her entire life in an asylum and another brother who committed suicide. Theo was also hospitalized with signs of mental illness after Vincent's death. But it could have been the syphilis that killed him.
A kid who lived down the street in the neighborhood where I grew up used to eat his Cherrios with grape juice on them.
One of the reps from a major legal publisher just gave us a big basket of cookies for National Library Week. I must make sure the rep from the other major legal publisher knows this and tries to one-up the cookies with a better, bigger, sweeter gift.
A kid who lived down the street in the neighborhood where I grew up used to eat his Cherrios with grape juice on them.
I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
Mmm...bribery cookies. Nothing tastes as sweet.
hint for chocolate