"is killed / kills herself," but "potayto / potahto."

It ain't the depth of the water that's drowning her, it's the speed of the current…

It's NOT a pickup, it's a Suzuki Esteem!

Yeah, when I was a paralegal, one recurring stressor was having to get multiple copies of voluminous filings collated and out the door on a tight deadline. The attorneys, of course, wanted to keep revising the documents until the last possible moment, then they had to go through our (in-house) word-processing and…

No, but she was the Pattie Boyd to the Dave Clark Five, the Nancy Spungen to Herman's Hermits, the Klaus Voormann to Lulu, and the Tinker to Evers to Chance.

The phrasing sounds to me like somebody else dubbed her voice. First I've heard of it, but it wouldn't come as a shock to me if it were true.

"She's not going to start smoking meth unless she's already lost everything."

Who wants coffee?

When Hooli sends drivers, they're not sending their best. For one thing, they're flammable. But some, I assume, are good people.

"The areas north (SF) … of the Valley are normally pretty cold all year and round we're used to it."

Don't go quoting Comey's testimony in unrelated threads like that.

Well, obviously. That's my point. It would have been better for verisimilitude if the song (which was written for Silicon Valley) was reminiscent of "Walking on Sunshine" rather than simply a Spanish-language mariachi arrangement of the same damn song. That's where the actual abuses of musical plagiarism suits…

Steph Curry looks tiny in his usual context, but he's still two inches taller than me (and I'm two inches taller than Arnold)…

Major Major Major Major.

"That's not a knife OR a spoon! That's James Comey!"
"I see you've played 'Knifey-Spooney-Comey' before!"

"Hate" is too strong a word, but it's not something that, on the whole, I enjoy listening to (there have been occasional exceptions). But a mariachi version of "Walking on Sunshine"? I'd listen to that twice a day, every day.

Easter was 7 weeks ago, and that egg has no doubt gone bad. It could have killed you! Better give it to Ehrlich.

I think hoppy beer is just skippy, but it makes me jumpy.

On the plus side, there was finally a song over the closing credits that I liked!

I rode the bus with twenty-seven Stephs.
Sixteen Stephanies, ten Steffies, and then there was him…