“Are you sure you don’t want to check it? Here, I’ve taken it out of my wallet already. Why don’t you just glance at it?”
Author: Russell Saunders
“The Simple Life”? Nay, loving her was far too complicated.
Zesty lemon cookie buttons.
So it turns out that I have a perfectly good reason that I won’t be able to make Leaguefest this year. Or, more accurately, I have two of them.
Fred Phelps is dead.
Her name was “L’Wren Scott,” not “Mick Jagger’s girlfriend.”
Why show up at a party when everyone knows you weren’t invited?
You’re welcome to all the peaches you can eat, man. But please shut up about it.
More than a week in the woods.
Another year, another Oscars. Discuss.
At last the big night is finally upon us. Just like last year, I offered a set of predictions totally blind and without the benefit (such as it is) of having seen any of...
I probably couldn’t have afforded a Bellini, even if I’d thought to order one
I guarantee we were having more fun than anyone else in that restaurant.
“The Teapot Dome scandal is the same as all the rest,” mused the Dowager Countess. “Doubtless spoilers are involved.”
The video is also fantastic.
I’m glad you asked!
“What’s that weird ticking bracelet you’re wearing?”
“Fine,” sighed the Reluctantly Evil Lady’s Maid. “There are spoilers. Happy now? Can I get back to my sewing?”