
B-52s did it better ... and first. They don't even have matching towels!
B-52s did it better ... and first. They don't even have matching towels!
the thing I kept getting stuck on is "ammonia flavor." Ammonia should be a flavor! The buck stops at smell!
it's the long con
We cheered when Sam kissed Gilly. I can't remember ever cheering for an on-screen kiss ever before. Samwell Tarly deserves all the happiness, which probably means he will be boiled alive before being subjected to dismemberment or something equally horrific.
allow me to defend my straight and say an objectifying crapbag.
I'm hoping it's cocaine: it's a twofer!
This is my favorite fluff post of the day and mostly makes up for having just read this one. (which is not at all fluffy).
Mr. Farce saw a preview for The Fault in Our Stars this morning and turned to me and said, "Is that a remake of A Walk to Remember?" pause, "I'm embarrassed I asked that. And we're fucking old."
the number of Fassbender-related double entendres that are about to be thrown upon this article should be spectacular.
How did the Haze fall so far from the Hanks? HOW?
Pitt referring to himself as a farmer made me irrationally annoyed. Also, I have met a wonderful, dedicated, brilliant winemaker from Provence whose (organic!) wine is like a gagillion times better than that Miraval swill - and from the smallest/best appellation in Provence - but everyone carries that pink crap…
Additionally, as far as I understand, he was always interested in a career in comedy. Comedians are often understood to be much more sensitive, if not introverted.