Remember when Piven faked mercury poisoning to get out of doing a Broadway show?
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If you’re in New York City with your mom in mid-to-late June, the Oyster Bar in Grand Central Terminal has their annual herring festival. They get the first herring in the US every year.
Student in a classroom in the year 2091: “Mrs. Throckmorton, are you telling me that a man named Weiner did stupid things with his penis, and thereby set off a chain reaction that brought about the collapse of all civilized society?”
A DELIGHT TO THE SENSES! ISN’T IT, MY FRIEND?
ILL HAVE WHAT IM HAVING!
LIKE GOGURT BUT TO STAY
Because that doesn’t matter? Are you fucking serious?
Me too, I can’t stand crazy names. That’s why I gave my little That Stormtrooper Who Hit His Head on the Door in Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope and They didn’t Edit it Out a conventional name.
That’s not a Buzzy Bee. No, that’s a bear in a bee costume.
Fun article. But please consider writing about (non-celebrity) older women as if they were other than useless, clueless, and only worth entertainment value.