Gotta tell you, watching Fred and Barney light up in the backyard was a shock. Shoot, even Wilma smoked.
Gotta tell you, watching Fred and Barney light up in the backyard was a shock. Shoot, even Wilma smoked.
In Virginia Beach, where the majority on city council are drooling lapdogs for developers, the notion of putting people first is laughable.
Guess who make the best employees? Yep, drinkers. Moderate drinkers. Seems we always show up to work, perhaps because a couple of Advil washed down with Red Bull is enough to get us into the morning commute and feeling right by lunchtime.
It’s clear that nothing would make today’s press corps happier than seeing the current First Couple miserable.
They’re practically begging Melania to bolt.
Why shouldn’t those whose most striking assets are their faces and derrieres get a sash and some recognition?
In the past two decades I’ve gone through at least a dozen cleaning services. Some were too expensive. Others did half-hearted work. Some were unreliable. Most started off swell and began to slack as time went by. My latest service is good. But it’s a one-woman operation and she’s been with me less than a year. Ask me again in 12 months.
I thought of the Henry David Thoreau quote: “Beware of all enterprises requiring new clothes.” Then I pushed it out of my mind.
Samantha Bee, who got her start on The Daily Show, has always had a nasty edge to her “humor.” But her latest spew, aimed at Ivanka Trump (apparently because Ms. Trump posted a picture of herself with her infant son that outraged Bee and the rest of the left) was sick and irrational.
It’s something of a relief for the sale to be finalized after a decade of uncertainty.
For the past 10 years, all Pilot employees knew they could wake up one morning and suddenly find themselves working for a new boss.
Most kids drown within 25 yards of an adult. Why aren’t they rescued? Because most of us have watched too many dramatized drownings on TV and have no idea what a real one looks like.
The ability to drive a shift is becoming a lost art. Or so we’ve been told by the smug automatic transmission fans who have been predicting the demise of the stick shift since the 1940s.
“Be careful about rentals,” he’d warn. “It’s hard as heck to evict anyone.”
Will Fitbit tell Amazon to deliver a load of Midol and Tampax to your doorstep before you even know they’re needed? Perhaps they could stick a box of chocolates in there, too. And a heating pad.
We’ve read about 336 books and drunk about 1,008 bottles of wine together.
I will do almost anything to avoid preparing food at home and I have my reasons. One, I hate to mess up my kitchen. Two, I don’t like food smells wafting around the house. And three, I detest leftovers.
What you see before you is living proof that C students really can land paying jobs and earn enough to eventually move out of the parental homestead.
Would you rather watch the gloomy news or see Chris Rock and Seinfeld get a speeding ticket in a 1969 Lamborghini P400S Miura - “The most beautiful car ever designed”?
Look, Harry and Meg are a cute couple. News commentators assure us “they’re very much in love.” I hope that’s true and I wish them every happiness. Yet I can’t help but wonder what James Madison would make of America’s love affair with royalty.