“How do you feel about Cleveland?”
It’s become the elephant in the room.
I’d heard about India and the middle Asian region, but not anywhere on the African continent recently.
You’d pretty much have to be wearing an untucked tee or knit shirt. This must be one of those contemporary casual joints.
And I’m sure the dental hygienist who cleans your teeth before the exam will appreciate your thoughtfulness.
Sadly, the airwaves are flooded with radio journalists who speak this way. Many of NPR’s program hosts are the worst offenders.
I once saw a young woman flash one of those as she was getting seated in a large lecture hall just before the class started. She sent those of us already seated behind her into gales of muted laughter. What a way to start off the morning.
I predict that Vlad Putin will be assassinated within the next decade. His infamous paranoia is bound to create an inadvertent opening for the underground opposition to make its move.
“I love you so much, but if your skin touches mine, I’m filing for divorce.”
This guy has got to be gay. I can’t imagine ever saying that to a woman I married.