You can either have a lifetime pass for all public transportation or your own luxury car, but there are strings attached, so think about it first.
One of mine was a movie of inherent and undeniable cheesiness, but the exact kind of sincerely dumb cheesiness that I still adore to this day.
Right now, there’s a weird antagonism between these two sides that seems at odds with what we would assume is their mutual co-dependance.
xoJane’s Mandy Stadtmiller has got me thinking about who we show respect to and why.
Here was an outsider people seemed to love, while I was one everyone seemed to barely tolerate.
I’ve decided that my funeral will DEFINITELY be a failure if at no point do we hear The Artist explain to everyone present that “This is what it sounds like When Doves Cry.”
I know yours can’t be as good as my favourite, but I’d still love to hear about it!
Someone opens up a briefcase full of cash and tells you, it’s yours. All you have to do is give up one of your kidneys. How much money does that briefcase have to have in it for you to say, “Okay!”?
“Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to DIE!”
Turns out I was born in a pretty uncool year for music.
The vision doesn’t tell you WHEN you’re going to die. The only thing you know for SURE is that if you buy this bed you are definitely going to die in it someday.
I am bipetual. I swing both ways.
There are some songs a lot of people hate that we adore and are able to passionately defend and justify. This post is NOT about those songs.
The cool answer is the former, but I’m gonna pick the latter.
The first show is scheduled to play in your hometown. The audience is filled with your friends and family. This is the moment where you will finally unleash the full power of the miracle you now possess.
I went an entire year without doing laundry.