Never start an argument with a drunken auctioneer.
Never start an argument with a drunken auctioneer.
Last night on Dennis Miller’s radio show he gave a call-in guest a hard time for making a slightly obscure reference to the Sochi Olympics and missing doorknobs.
Miller didn’t like it and good-naturedly labelled the fellow as addled or under influence.
Did you get that? Dennis Miller gave someone grief for making an obscure reference.
That’s as ironic as a Sandinista parachutist blowing pink smoke back down the Papal vestments.
All I ask is for an f/.75 lens with a flawless 10-500 zoom for about fifty bucks.
Now is that SO unreasonable??
According to a documentary by Tex Avery, the fox say “Cheerio” and “Pip-pip” and other phrases common to British middle aristocracy.
I wish people would do just a little research before causing a panic.
I have invented the perfume tattoo.
Now at last I can beat some scents into people.
I would like to help the needy, to feed the hungry, to teach the world to sing.
But robbing someone to accomplish this is still a sin and a crime– if I can’t persuade them to help, I will do only what I can.
The one phrase you never want to hear in a restaurant is, “Do you need a few minutes to look over the menu?”
If you say yes, your waiter will be disappear, to be recalled to the Waiter Planet to patiently await his next reincarnation.
Your only comfort is to remember the good times when you still had hope of eating.