FINALLY we have a news item about a celebrity musician whom all the over-40 Jezzies can make/recognize lyrics puns for. “And when you smile for the camera [in your mug shot], I know they’re gonna love it” etc.
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DICK WIG! I’ve decided to call it “The Trump”:
Is that why he prefers walking around on all fours with a collar and is a mute?
Pluto’s into some weird shit.
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I appreciate hearing that, but it’ll be OK. Trust me. Keep an eye out here and on my Twitter. There should be news soon.
The toaster one reminds me of the time one of the librarians smelled food and tracked it down to a woman who was sitting at a reading desk with a crock pot plugged in underneath it, cooking chicken stew.
I blame the English language. It’s not Natasha’s fault that “All you can eat” can be singular or plural (and boo to Denny’s for taking advantage of the ambiguity). This wouldn’t have happened in Shakespeare’s day. When the tavern had an “All thou canst eat” special, everybody knew it only meant thee, not thy whole…
It is physically impossible for me to love a story with that headline any more than I already do.
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Every time I hear someone call a man a pussy I say “I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure you meant to say weenie.” And then that usually leads to me quoting Betty White.
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Just read this story, and I love your writing. Creepy and scary, but also hilarious. I am also from NC—Charlotte, specifically—but know all about colorful relatives living in the country, as both my parents are from small mill towns. Uncle Bob and Cousin could have been my kin, too. Well done.