I was going to ask S next door out on a date two nights ago, and I didn’t mean to overhear her, but I was listening through the wall and it sounded good.
Many aficionados swear by Pink Flamingos, and its dogshit-munching climax does tend to leave an impression. But for my money, you can’t beat his follow-up.
Whoever had been talking to me had stopped. Only a cat sat beside me now. Maybe the cat had been talking to me. Maybe whoever had been talking to me had turned into a cat.
Our politically-astute production manager gave me two passes to Disgraceland, the home of Richard Milhouse Nixon, one of our nation’s 42 greatest presidents.
The Serbs despised the Zeno family for speaking Albanian, and the Albanians mistrusted them for their Greek heritage, but until recently, business was good.
Watch for CBS’ new reality-based newsmagazine, $48/Hr., which follows various second-string celebs as they couple with L.A. prostitutes in hopes of a comeback.
Sure, Thor has sucked like tar since Walt Simonson left in 1987, but a new storyline by Warren Ellis and art by Mike Deodato, add a whole fresh, godlike start.
Shape-shifting, face-crushing, spine-ripping, etc. Don’t forget the great creature design by H.R. Giger (Alien). Several Natasha Henstridge nude scenes help.