Sounds like Cat Power needs a good cat nap.
ObliqueStrategy
obliquestrategy
Sounds like Cat Power needs a good cat nap.
Or "Pop Muzik" by M.
Or "Pop Muzik" by M.
Husband: "Want me to make coffee?"
*pause for audience laughter*
Wife: "Sure, honey! I hear the new Folger's is better than the old Folger's."
*pause for audience to whoop and holler*
Wife: "I don't like Folger's."
*audience dies in unprecedented comedy genocide*
Husband: "Want me to make coffee?"
*pause for audience laughter*
Wife: "Sure, honey! I hear the new Folger's is better than the old Folger's."
*pause for audience to whoop and holler*
Wife: "I don't like Folger's."
*audience dies in unprecedented comedy genocide*
DO IT. Then report back!
DO IT. Then report back!
It might be safe to say that a lot of people have been so inundated with 9/11-related articles and books that the reality of it has been dulled somewhat. There's a certain level of detachment now. People certainly haven't forgotten, but they no longer find it easy to connect with that time and place.
We've seen…
It might be safe to say that a lot of people have been so inundated with 9/11-related articles and books that the reality of it has been dulled somewhat. There's a certain level of detachment now. People certainly haven't forgotten, but they no longer find it easy to connect with that time and place.
We've seen…
The very idea of Stephen King's The Jaunt has been enough to terrorize me for years,
The very idea of Stephen King's The Jaunt has been enough to terrorize me for years,
And Etan Coen can write the script, leading to ridiculous hijinks and misunderstandings!
And Etan Coen can write the script, leading to ridiculous hijinks and misunderstandings!
WHO ARE YOU GONNA TEXT!
WHO ARE YOU GONNA TEXT!
You neglected arguably the most important one of them all: The Avenging Disco Godfather's thousand yard stare into the glittering mirrorball that sat high above the troubled masses in the oasis of escapism and light that was his beloved discothèque.
You neglected arguably the most important one of them all: The Avenging Disco Godfather's thousand yard stare into the glittering mirrorball that sat high above the troubled masses in the oasis of escapism and light that was his beloved discothèque.