I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
I like to imagine the artist vacillating about the decision to draw poo coming out of the dog’s butt. “Should I just paint dots? A stream? An unmistakable wafer of waste? Should it be black, too, or should I differentiate the poo using brown paint?”
I suggest it was Sargent Crabapple, in the billiard room, with the candlestick.
Wet and wild and barely Legal.
I love the familiarity of the exclamation points amid all the foreign characters.
I nodded in the direction of the display to the cashier at the discount store and smirked, “Ironic, huh?”
Is there a limit to how many winkies I can purchase at the sale? Or do I get one winky free with each purchase of a winky of equal or greater value?
Renee leads the expedition…
Something tells me that whoever wrote this didn’t go to colleg…
Driving from Maryland to New Jersey last weekend, I noticed at least three billboards for the prescription sleep medicine Rozerem. Each ad features an interaction between a groundhog and an Abraham Lincoln impersonator. Does that seem as non sequitur to you as it did to me?
