My sister works for a nice gay gay who works hard and lets off steam by going out with his partner while the two of them hone their sharpshooter skills. They are good guys who wouldn't be caught dead at a Pride event. They are what they are and they can have my back any day.
So true. I wonder why they didn't stage an intervention earlier?
RIP Whitney, I did enjoy your music.
Of course let's not hurt the little snowflake by showing her a picture of the baby she wants to destroy. Mustn't hurt her tender feelings.
I still remember the awe and wonder I felt when I saw the ultrasound of my grandson for the first time.
I won't thumbs down. I admire Elizabeth very much. She has slogged through what must be a terribly difficult job for a basically shy person. And think of the boring twits she has to meet day after day. If she takes after her mother, and I think she does, she may still be on the job when she's 100.
Meh. As far as I'm concerned, the best half time shows were those put on by U2 and Tom Petty (and maybe Prince). The rest were pretty well forgettable.
How about shocking the edgy and hip and having George Strait on next year?
Not one dime, not one penny will I pay for anything with that pink ribbon on it. Heck, I may even quit wearing pink altogether.
Well, if you liked Andy in Pray for the Wildcats, check him out in the movie A Face in the Crowd. He's a first class sleaze in that one and plays the role wonderfully. I'd love to see Shatner as a villain. I'll bet he could chew the scenery with relish.
Amen. I grew up in the 50's and my Catholic school was the only integrated one in town. I didn't learn racism, and I won't bother with the Perpetually Offended.
Amen. This geezer is starting my 32nd year working. I've obeyed the law, only got one speeding ticket in my life. I've voted in every election since I was 18, and I've paid a hellofalotta taxes. I didn't start in a cushy job and I've eaten a lot of peanut butter and crackers. So go away OWS and pay some dues. Then you can complain.
Amen. Claude Rains accomplished the impossible feat of making me sympathize with a Nazi. He did love Alicia, and in the end was a pitiable character - betrayed by Alicia and by his fellow compatriots. This is my own favorite Hitchcock movie as well.
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