Favstar gets even better if you sign in.
It'd take some chutzpah to go around calling yourself Billy Idol before you'd sold a single record.
My value system is half Boston Brahmin, half Los Angeles Reform Jew and half British Novel. (My value system doesn't care about math.)
Husband chides his wife for not holding their son's hand, not their son for not holding his wife's hand. That must be a fun marriage.
Salt air, freshly cut lawn, Coppertone. It's the glorious summertime scent trifecta.
Restaurant crowded with nationals from a cuisine's country of origin *not* an automatic recommendation. Some foreigners have bad taste, too.
Don't let the fact that you've never been to France prevent you from telling me about the French.
Porn performers are all designated as 'stars' and I can't decide if that means they've got a really great union or a really lousy union.
I've been feelin' vintage Madonna lately.
This is always true: The script for a picture with four or more credited writers will be abysmal.
I can cope with a grandmother writing a check at the market. But a dude who's maybe 45? No fucking way.
I used to be better at remembering where I parked. If I wander much longer, I expect manna to start falling from heaven.
They're playing 'Chiquitita' and now I'm in the mood for a banana. (I know Chiquitita is a different name than Chiquita, but there it is.)
Friend: 'Were you popular in high school?'
Me: 'No, not really, I was just friends with everyone.'
Friend: 'Isn't that popular?'
When you realize you're in a bad neighborhood because of all the police everywhere.
Mats Holberg overcame a privileged youth to achieve his working class dreams. He currently buses tables at a second-rate gringo bar in Buenos Aires.