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What should I do? If that dish is untouched at the end of the night they'll link it back to me and never invite me to a potluck again.
When we were imagining this house, I had an idea. A vision. I drew it on the back of an old napkin from the Copacabana. I called Steven, Spielberg.
We hired a private detective named Rona Mudberry, who spent several days trying to crack the case before admitting she doesn’t really “get computers.”
It feels like "Diamond" David Lee Roth consulted a crystal ball and observed the world of 2026 before penning classics like "Drop Dead Legs."
My office’s view (a frozen summit in the Scythian Mountains) is gorg. But the taste of raw liver is growing bland.
I’ll immediately learn invaluable and often extremely time sensitive information about your health. Will I tell you? Hahaha. No.
Was it like that at the hideout and in the getaway car coming here, and no one told him? Oof. No one must like this guy.
Sorry. This is awkward. We, uh, you know. On a raft? That was also a car? That you drove straight into the water?
Cherished by all, the 90-minute movie entertained audiences with a well-told tale that did not require one clear an entire day to watch it.
Step toward the exit and say, “I’m off to contemplate my own inadequacy in the sculpture garden. It’s performance art in motion.”
There’s a secret to eating well on a tight budget. That secret is to not do it.
Don’t you think it would just be easier to watch this than the actual movie? Trust me, these are the best parts, the rest is just extra.