I know yours can’t be as good as my favourite, but I’d still love to hear about it!
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.”
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.
What would be the WORST possible wedding song?
Kim Hernandez asks what you would hold onto if you were suddenly forced to choose.
It wasn’t really a more innocent time (if backstage stories are to be believed), but it definitely seems like it when we now revisit that period.
In one scenario we’re asked to believe a person has supernatural abilities beyond our understanding and in the other we see how human ingenuity, talent and imagination come together to create something that is literally too good to be true.
Do you leave that washroom $20 richer?