Hmm...a head in the hand is worth two...no, wait. Head in my bed is worth...no. I know! Hey baby, is that a spoon in your cup or are you just glad to see me?
Or:
Dammit! When will I learn not to talk about those little sores on my johnson on the first date?
Hmm...a head in the hand is worth two...no, wait. Head in my bed is worth...no. I know! Hey baby, is that a spoon in your cup or are you just glad to see me?
Or:
Dammit! When will I learn not to talk about those little sores on my johnson on the first date?
Well, folks, I read seven (count 'em) seven books in October. One I didn't finish but even at that I hit the magic number 50 I estimated for myself by the end of the year. The six books I successfully waded through were, firstly, What Happened, Hillary Clinton's book on her bid for the Presidency. I''m a bit of a political junkie so I get off on this stuff but still it kinda struck me as one long whine over losing.
Next up was the excellent Canyon of Dreams: The Magic and Music of Laurel Canyon. Laurel Canyon was the fabled area outside of Los Angeles where many musicians and artists lived. Known as a 60s enclave, the book takes a look at just who lived there over the last 80 years. A fascinating read.
Next up was Lightfoot, a biography of Canadian folk singer Gordon Lightfoot. He may have been responsible for some iconic folk songs but he was also quite the womanizer and boozer. Enough said.
Then I read Dan Brown's new tome Origin, the fifth in the Robert Lan…
I know, I know, I know I should have reported in before now. But sometimes real life just gets in the way. I attempted 5 books in November. I say attempted because I slapped a big DNF (did not finish) on Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. I just can't seem to get into this guy. It's the second or third of his I've given up on,
Not so the other four, starting with a biography of Stephen Stills called Change Partners. This followed by a hilarious biography of the guy responsible for National Lampoon called A Stupid and Futile Gesture - How Doug Kenney and National Lampoon Changed Comedy Forever.
I ended the month reading yet another biography, this one of the man behind Rolling Stone magazine,. It was called Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine. A fascinating read.
So last month I hit the magic number 50 I'd imagined for myself back in January. If I roll this month into my yearly total I'm at 54 books. And I still have Decem…
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Him: I knew she shouldn't have ordered the cheese bread. I'm definitely going home alone tonight.
Her: Ok sure, that wasn't very ladylike of me. But everyone farts right?
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"Mmm-hmm. You NEVER listen to me."
Or:
Dammit! When will I learn not to talk about those little sores on my johnson on the first date?
Or:
Dammit! When will I learn not to talk about those little sores on my johnson on the first date?