Dante is Travolta, the nose is the giveaway. Dude next to him is Virgil, his guide through Hell. Classics!
If you combine car keys, Go-gurt and a selfie stick in just the right way, they make the most explosive device of all.
I listen to “Big Science” on the semi-regular, without so much as a single tear falling, I’ll have you know.
I’m sorry, but you haven’t driven up the East Coast in a minivan with a bunch of kids, a tape-deck-only stereo and a bunch of AC/DC and R.E.M. cassettes, you just haven’t lived.
You’re not partying like it’s Jan. 1, 1999. You’re partying like it’s Dec. 31, 1999 — just a couple months over 17 years. And the “futuristic reference” — not the actual song’s age — is what Pastey is referring to.
Thomas Dolby, actually.
Acetaminophen is only poisonous in large amounts. Like Evan Walker honey bourbon. Or virtually anything else you can name. If you don’t like acetaminophen, fine, but let’s tone down the scare-mongering.
Right, it’s absurd to think that politicians would use telegrams in this day and age. Get with the times, foolish liberals! Also, does your last name mean “Rear-end home” in German?
Something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right. I hope John “Scully” Scully had the time of his life. (cheesy violin solo.)
It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday. Boyz II Men were right!