What God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
What God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
Come l’acqua nel deserto: Barsanti Classico ™.
Bottle it, sell it, uncork it, pour it, let it air, then swirl it in the glass and inhale through your nose. That’s Classic Barsanti ™.
I sneeze disgustingly in remembrance.
I’d prefer to just raid and pillage celebrities’ houses in order to fund environmental initiatives myself.
I’m always sad when I learn about people whom I had no prior knowledge of dying. When you hear all about their accomplishments and the things they did in their life, it’s like learning about a bright light in the world that had gone out before you even knew it existed. My heart goes out to his widow. R.I.P., Andrew…
Tiny, muscular acrobats.
Imagine standing next to him and while you’re staring straight ahead, you feel these thin wriggling things limply groping for your hand...
“The little fires: they’re everywhere! Gondor calls for aid!”
Technically, the original movie was an adaptation of the stage musical!
I remember that episode of Mad Men.
They changed the family name from Batmanowitz when they passed through Ellis Island. Nice family, all good people.
“Criminals are a superstitious and cowardly lot. So my disguise must be able to strike terror into their hearts. I must become a creature of the night, black, terrible, a... a...”
“Climactic fight scene” better meant they break out the rapiers.
“Apparently HBO was not scared off by the vague title and the existence of a significant role for Josh Gad, because the premium cable network has renewed Armando Iannucci’s space comedy Avenue 5 for another season.”
The A.V. Club
A-hem, making Frankenstein’s Monster black, thank you. That commonly-made mistake is the real injustice!
Woozle wuzzle?
53% of white women voted for fake billionaire porn in 2016.