Norman Mailer posthumously awarded Bad Sex prize
To the point:
The winning passage, which leaves little to the imagination, begins: "So Klara turned head to foot and put her most unmentionable part down on his hard-breathing nose and mouth and took his old battering ram into her lips."
Allyson makes fiercely good mashed taters.
I had a 2 hour meeting with my principal today. Seriously.
Allyson makes fiercely good mashed taters.
I want mashed potatoes now.
I had a 2 hour meeting with my principal today. Seriously.
Ewww. I'm so sorry.
I've already called in sick for tomorrow. After coughing up my lungs for a few days, I lost my voice on Sunday. Monday it was icky but manageable. Today, I couldn't talk hardly at all. Not good for a drama teacher. Now, I'm trying not to talk and rest my voice.
Now, I'm trying not to talk and rest my voice.
What? What did you say?
Sorry. Hope your voice and lungs get better....
Hey, mister. I may not be able to talk, but I can type emphatically. Er...EMPHATICALLY.
I have never made mashed potatoes.
I think my TV is broken. That's the only thing that can explain the Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency. It has a punchline, right? It's sarcastic or sardonic or pointed or ironic, right? RIGHT?
OH! speaking of TVs, ita. Did you ever find a taker for the one you were getting rid of? We are definitely interested.
Bones: I am such a complete sap, but the ending of tonight's episode made me tear up. Perfect.
and DB looked especially yummy.