Hand me the 40-weight, Peorgie.
There should be one in each ear.
They win the SelfRighteousness Award.
Stay away from the pool!
While admiring their hunky new neighbor Hans, who’s sunbathing nude on the rooftop next door, Leisl describes to her sister how she’d introduce herself.
The ties that bind.
I’ve always found the phrase “thought leader” to be sort of creepy, in a “1984” kind of way. I didn’t realize that it was in common use in the business world as far back as 1995.
My Mother The Mascarpone?
Beware of the giant blancmange with the tennis racquet!