S’ interestin’, my father become a deranged sort of celeb’ity. People still tell folks headin’ fer trouble with the liquor, “Yer headin’ for a Hurlie hole.”
Astrology is technical; a Natal Chart print-out is a circular geometrical nightmare of angles, arcs and glyphs (astrological symbols for planets and signs).
Unlike his modern-day Seattle counterparts, broadcaster Brickhouse, soused or no, would never have announced the passing of second-line heavy metal bands.
I was chasing a dream of rock ‘n’ roll stardom, playing electric ocarina in a band comprised of a bunch of malcontents, layabouts, and known mousse abusers.
Yes, they have no bananas. But the naturally fresh folks at Garden Botanica do have fun sponges in every other fruit shape you might like to bite into.
Money hungry distributors are now packaging the worst-ever horror films in tacky boxes with holograms and/or naked women to attract the no-brain jamboree.