Ok, I'm going off on a tangent, but on All My Children Erica Kane's Trumpish husband gave her a limousine in "the palest of persimmons". That description's been bothering me for 30 years. Even in the 80s that was a really stupid dream car.
I like how they smush my middlesection together when I'm having bad menstrual cramps. Am I the only one that has been helped with this with Spanx? maybe it's a hug machine kind of thing?
But in this town every child was on heroin in 5th grade, so their standards were understandably a bit looser.
I had to fix my mother's internet connection because her "Firescape wasn't working" (she hasn't used Netscape in years). My mother's smart; I think she's just trying to mess with me.