I think Westmoreland, ought to do more thinkin' and lest more land!
I think Westmoreland, ought to do more thinkin' and lest more land!
I'll bet she gets biz-zay, consistently and thoroughly.
Or perhaps Willips Brighton, is SMILF up for a Teardrop award for saddest sitcom?
I can't live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles. Sure, I might offend a few of the bluenoses with my cocky stride and musky odors, oh, I'll never be the darling of the so-called "City Fathers" who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk…
Ooh! A blasting cap!
Per Ke$ha, "I had my very own issue with ‘Die Young’ for this reason. I did NOT want to sing those lyrics and I was FORCED TO."
Next door the tv's flashing
Blue frames on the wall
It's a comedy of errors, you see
It's about taking a fall
"The point is only I could have executed such a masterpiece of electoral fraud and I have the records to prove it! Just look at these!"
[pulls out a number of ledgers and floppy disks]
"Each one a work of Machiavellian art!"
A "paradigm shift" was what every go-getter in business and industry was after in the 90s.
Grandaddy "Under the Western Freeway," so good. BRB, going to listen to now.
http://mcmansionhell.com/
It's a great site, highly recommended.
I feel like "local milk people" is both a high-pitched dog whistle and a fantastic example of Trump's Lucille Bluth-like concepts of the working class.
I imagine world leaders getting off the phone with Trump and the lyrics from Tool's "Message To Harry Manback" starts going through their heads …
Probably too good for us. I shudder to think what the next presidential election will look like.
I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a little school girl.
A little voice inside my head said
"Don't look back, jet fuel melting steel beams is wack"
Wing Costs Soar, Breasts Sag
His line about casting choices for Sugar Hill Gang script … "You call the cops on a cookout. You drop off a casserole at a barbecue."
If only 90s middle school me could be teleported to a Pitchfork music festival in 2017, I could have slayed.
But the rats are also eating through the foundation, spreading disease to everyone, and scaring the neighbors away.