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Not with that ATM machine right there smarty pants! All the twenties you can get, $200 at a time.

“But Mr. President! He...he...he saw the big board!”

This was almost as good as that time Paul McCartney was with The Beatles. That was awesome.

Did you notice they also slimmed his waistline, removed the mole on his thigh, narrowed his jawline, deepened his cleavage, fluffed his lips and darkened his hair?

My name is James, and I too was once a baby.

I miss Howard Cosell calling sporting events.

I’m using a Toshiba laptop with a four inch high keypad base, a 3x5 resolution screen from Land of the Lost Visuals in Cupertino (awesome people there btw), an eight inch screen with six colors (blue, red, green, yellow, white, black) and keys which are as thick and as hard to keep suppressed as a member of ISIS on a

This is the movie that taught me how to use the word 'invigorating' in the proper context. Pacino says it, "Invigorating!" and it's so, well, invigorating, it's like an acting class in one word, but also a class on how to use the word properly.

I DID this at the cosmetics department at Saks here in NYC. This afternoon around 4.

Two ideas for planes:

Sincerely,

Two Words: Crystal Meth.

All this talk about Bale being in London or Spain was entertaining, but I don't find it funny anymore, because I had dinner with Paul Allen in London just last week, and Gareth Bale and Christian Bale were in the same restaurant - Dorsia Redux - having seafood seviche, so if you'll excuse me, I really must be going

A little off topic, but....

I love all his classic Gangsta poses with the crotch grab, the pulp fiction sideways pistol holding/aim, the shoulder shrugging "yo, homes! you want some of this ese?" and of course the khakis and tee and white sneakers....

the hood was up...I don't know...a day or two? I can't really remember. That was more than 30 years ago...maybe 40. I worked in a grocery store's deli, and we used to play pranks. We used to also play street hockey in the aisles on the night crew with octopus and broom handles....those things are so slimy, they

I see three things here:

I once cooked a salmon on the engine of a convertible Buick Electra, so Jesus is Lord and the United States Men's National Team will NOT - repeat NOT - qualify for World Cup 18 and Klinsman will be similarly grilled.

Wait'll Bruce Jenner...I mean Tiffany....gets rolling in his/her new persona and we'll see a whole new landscape of man-scaped, photo shopped Kardashian-related goodness on covers from Esquire to Newsweek to The National Enquirer.