I had totally forgotten that I wanted to grab Grace Jones’ memoir, and this piece reminded me. Anyone here read it yet?

The constitution doesn’t guarantee anyone’s right to a hot-fudge sundae, either. Doesn’t mean people aren’t going to have ‘em.

I didn’t mean it that way, but you’re right. It makes it look like everything else I said is a facade. If the editing window wasn’t already closed, I’d change it.

Here’s a tip, guys, and best of all, I’ve seen it work even for ugly dudes:

The bride then accused the staff of “ruining her wedding.”

No way it could have the same sensation. Penises have a ton of nerve-endings. The arm simply can't be rubbed in such a way to produce an orgasm.

That’s the phenomenon that 500 Days of Kristin mocks, and yet new people stroll in every day and say: “I don’t get why we should care about this woman! Stop this series!”

I feel the same way whenever some boy-band idol is found out to be in a relationship an hordes of teen fangirls go apoplectic with rage against the poor girl.

They don’t really mean anything solid in the Real World. They’re nice; I’m not disrespecting such parchments; and I bet they make you feel all puffed-up for a few minutes when you get’m; but essentially they’re just mufti; insubstantial; pomp and circumstance; well-intentioned bunting intended more to make the dour…

Miss that show quite a bit. The dead do not wear buns.

When I saw the water headline, I'll admit I thought it was NASA speculation pumped full of hot air in order to maintain funding. The evidence though, is quite convincing. Doesn't mean I think there is a functioning, life-supporting ecosystem up there, but there is liquid water.

Me too! Good to know they won’t lower my voice.

I heard that contrary to manufacturer’s claims, Luna bars don’t really set themselves apart from traditional, phalocentric energy bars as well. Turns out that the sugar, chocolate and granola aren’t balanced in a way that truly meet a woman’s specific nutritional needs.

They weren’t exaggerating! You could bounce shillings off that fundament!

So romantic! I’ve been looking to rekindle the fires with my lady. Forget going to Rome and finding little cafés, bistros, trattorias, and candlelit places where you can be alone and drink the most fantastic wine. Tonight we’re going to 7-11 and we’ll gaze into eachother’s eyes as we pound the clerk to flinders and…

Fuck! I’m going to bed!

Oh I wish so bad I could do this!

They don’t really mean anything solid in the Real World. They’re nice; I’m not disrespecting such parchments; and I bet they make you feel all puffed-up for a few minutes when you get’m; but essentially they’re just mufti; insubstantial; pomp and circumstance; well-intentioned bunting intended more to make the dour…

When I was little, all us kids would fight over who got to be Egon when we played Ghostbusters. I didn't even know the names of the individual ghostbusters, but I'd want to be Egon just because everyone else made it seem so desirable.