You’re my first, my last, my everything - Al Green. Or the theme song to ‘The Princess Bride (Storybook Love, I think ) by Mark Knopfler. Happy wedding!
My husband and I danced to Black or White by Michael Jackson, we’re interracial, and the guests in attendance seemed to be in on the joke, they all joined us on the dance floor.
This has been today’s edition of “Aw, baby. You pretty but you simple.”
This is how I go up a latter...
Also, Kim looks more and more like a gelfling.
Questionable Pasta is my new band name!
Lou Richards, née Lucille Stone, grew up in Dorchester, where she was known as an independent tomboy who loved…
I can’t imagine having a friend drug me, which means I can’t imagine going out with one of my best friend’s and then asking the bartender to watch my drink. First date, I can imagine that, but not with a close friend.
An epic tale of three women who happened to witness a stranger attempt to drug another stranger begins with, “GUESS…
I couldn’t stand AC Slater
People aren't missing the point, they're saying the point is stupid. Which it is.
“Baby Got Back”
Good god, please tell me you know what she is referencing when she says “LA face with an Oakland booty.” Please, please, please. DON’T MAKE ME FEEL OLD.
I’m pretty sure the poem says “head,” but he said “hand” (according to the linked article). So was it quoted to him incorrectly (“Mr. Knowles, has your daughter ever been a slave to your hand?”), or was it a Freudian slip on his part, or did he say “head” too and the original reporter made the typo?
Yes but we got this out that bullshit, so in the end it was worth it.
I think the poem reads hand, but it’s been a while since I read it.
Marcia Cross/Dr. Kimberly Shaw on Melrose.