I don't get it. Ottoman not be allowed to enjoy the presence of dancers while he watches basketball?

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010: The day prose was brutally murdered

Jack was trying to grab at me and my friend when we were dancing. He was drinking but wasn't that drunk.

Emmitt Smith thinks Nyjer Morgan would be a lot less mercurial if he cut fish from his diet.

I haven't seen a man so openly embrace Tennessee like this since Frank Merlo at the A Streetcar Named Desire opening after-party.

His eyes have been a little dry lately, and he's probably going to get them checked out. Other than that, he's cool. The end.

Vera Drake was about a kind of "boring bag".

Back to School orientation? He should be practising his outrageous quips and his Triple Lindy.

The "Slammy Award-Winning Owen Hart" gimmick was easily one of the most entertaining of its day.

Clearly, she decided to Cech herself before she wrecked herself again.

Hopefully, there's a moral to be learned from Prasop's fabled capture.

I try and rub it onto my coffee cup, but its too dry, so when both bosses are focused on the slides, I stealthily slip my fingers into my mouth, in order to eat the dried up blood off.

Thanks guys, sorry to be so vague I just don't really want to do too much damage at this point.

Or something along those lines.

But art evolves, you know?

You know what was asking too much of Dr. T & The Women? Being watchable. That movie was uniformly terrible.

She can get as mad as she wants, but he's just plieing his trade.

Azinger's smirk was quickly wiped from his face after Robin Williams emerged from the cup and did 20 minutes of schtick.

Sadly, this sordid episode is being adapted for the big screen by Paul Haggis.

Actually, my favourite Paraguayan model was the Excelsior Bombastica. Sure, it had cardboard siding and styrofoam interiors, but it must have gotten at least 2 or 3 hectares to the gallon.