So today a few of us decided to get some lunch at Godfathers.  We knew they had a buffet but we weren’t sure of the quality of it, and but they proved us wrong.  They were constantly restocking the pizzas to make sure that they were keeping up with the demand of the crowd.  They had many things to choose from, from cheese pizza to taco pizza, to mac n cheese, to casserole, and of course the dessert pizza.  It cost around 7.50$, but you can eat as much as you want, so to me it’s well worth the price.  Did I mention the amazing location of Godfathers?  Located right along the Mississippi River on Walnut St in downtown Winona and check out the view.

http://www.godfathers.com/

MJ, Michael Jackson, The Jacksons, Paris Jackson… oh and Emma Watson’s wardrobe malfunction promoting the new Harry Potter flick… are the hot topics today on Horiwood.Com here in Hollywood.

HORIWOOD’S TOP 10 ARE:

1. EMMA WATSON’S WARDROBE MALFUNCTION ‘SCANDAL’

2. REMEMBER WHEN… NICOLE RICHIE, MICHAEL JACKSON, PARIS HILTON & NICKY HILTON HAD EYE LINER COMPETITIONS?

3. IS LADY GAGA BISEXUAL? HER POKE-HER-FACE ACTION IN PICS

4. AUSSIE GIRL EMILIE DE RAVIN IS ROBERT PATTINSON’S LATEST LOVE INTEREST

5. KUNG FU JACKSON ACTION: WAS PARIS JACKSON’S SPEECH INPROMPTU OR PLANNED?

6. BLOW SHARKS DISCOVERED IN MEXICO

7. SELLING SHAKESPEARE – JAY LENO & BILLY MAYS

8. KOREAN POP BRINGS IT WITH 2NE1′S “I DON’T CARE”

9. MICHAEL JACKSON WAS ONE OF THE THREE MOST FAMOUS PEOPLE IN THE WORLD

10. FOR CHERITH: WHAT’S TISH CYRUS HAVING A SERIOUS TALK TO  MILEY ABOUT? 

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Amber Rose, Michael Jackson and Justin Gatson take out the top ten posts of interest from around the world on horiwood.com here in Hollywood Today. Thanks worldwide horis.i  luvu 2. xox

1. DIVA SIDEKICK AMBER ROSE

2. REMEMBER WHEN… NICOLE RICHIE, MICHAEL JACKSON, PARIS HILTON & NICKY HILTON USED TO HAVE EYE LINER COMPETITIONS

3. THE JACKSON SIBLINGS SPEAK & PARIS JACKSON MOVES HEARTS WITH HER SPEECH ABOUT HER LATE DADDY MICHAEL JACKSON

4. BROOKE SHIELDS MOURNS HER FRIEND MICHAEL JACKSON’S SMILE & HER PRINCE OF LAUGHTER

5. SMOKEY ROBINSON REMEMBERS MICHAEL JACKSON’S EXTRAORDINARY TALENT AS A CHILD

6. MICHAEL JACKSON’S DEATH IS BIG WORLD NEWS

7. BLOW SHARKS DISCOVERED IN MEXICO

8. ASIAN MEDIA CELEBRATE & REMEMBER MICHAEL JACKSON AS THEIR KING OF POP

9. JUSTIN GATSON’S THE LAST PSALM TATTOO IS QUITE PROFOUND TODAY

10. MICHAEL JACKSON WAS ONE OF THE THREE MOST FAMOUS PEOPLE INT HE WORLD

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… all used to have ‘eye liner’ competitions? 

Those were the days! Nicole Richie must be grieving the loss of one of her two godfathers. Quincy Jones is her surviving godfather of the music industry. This is a great pic. Enjoy!

“…Yeah I been high and I been low – And I don’t know where to go

I’m living on the never never – This time it’s gonna be forever
I’ll live and die don’t ask me why – I wanna go to paradise
And I don’t need your sympathy – There’s nothing in this world for me

birth, school, work, death…”

(The Godfathers)

was soll’s – ich bin 40 geworden – Zeit sich auf die zweite Hälfte des Lebens einzustellen. Eine wohlmeinende Kollegin gratulierte mir mit den Worten:” na…jetzt bist du für nichts mehr zu jung und für noch nichts zu alt”!

Also habe ich beschlossen zu bloggen – macht ja sowieso jeder und vielleicht hilft es ja mich auf meine Midlife Crisis (MIC) in ein paar Jahren vorzubereiten. Eigentlich ein netter Gedanke. Vielleicht kann ich mir so meine Neurose vom Leib schreiben – oder einfach ein paar sinnvolle Vorschläge für eine wohlgeplante Mittlebenskrise sammeln. So was darf ja nicht dem Zufall überlassen werden. Nun gut – sehen wir mal was das allwissende Web dazu sagt.

“Mit dem Begriff Midlife Crisis (engl. für „Mittlebenskrise”) meint man umgangssprachlich einen psychischen Zustand der Unsicherheit im Lebensabschnitt von ca. 30 bis Anfang 50 Jahren.”

…shit!

Wieso 30 Jahre? Habe ich schon was verpasst? Wie kann man(n) bitte mit 30 schon die erste Krise bekommen? Mit 30 hatte man(n) doch noch Spaß, das Leben war aufregend und wild, das Haar lang und voll, die Nächte lang und die Frauen schön! Man(n) war unsterblich…und fuhr noch den coolen kleinen Cabrio!

Weiter geht’s – die Webseite “www.psychotipps.com” kann folgendes berichten: “Wer kennt sie nicht, die Männer mit graumelierten Schläfen, die sich in enge Lederkleidung zwängen und auf einem Motorrad tüchtig Gas geben, oder die Männer, die sich mit einer viel jüngeren Frau schweißtriefend und außer Atem in einer Disko amüsieren? Aus dem Abstand betrachtet erkennen wir, dass diese Männer sich nicht ihrem Alter bzw. ihrer bisherigen Rolle entsprechend verhalten.”

Nee, is klar. Vielleicht liegt es ja auch daran, dass man sich das Alteisen aus Milwaukee erst mit 50 leisten kann. Und…sind jüngere Frauen wirklich Teufelswerk?

Die alterwürdige SZ schreibt dazu: “Männer um die 40 benehmen sich oft verhaltensauffällig. Sie treiben exzessiv Sport, kleiden sich betont jugendlich, fangen plötzlich wieder an zu rauchen, legen sich einen sportlichen Zweitwagen oder eine sportliche Zweitfrau zu – und verzweifeln dabei an sich selbst.” Demnach ist die “Midlife Crisis(…) tatsächlich eine gesellschaftliche Modeerscheinung. Es ist ein Luxusproblem, das vor allem die Mittel- und Oberschicht betrifft.”

Das beruhigt ungemein [sic!]. Die Midlife Crisis ist also kein Problem des Prekariats!? Ist einleuchtend! Der sportliche Zweitwagen nebst passender sportiver Begleitung ist auf Hartz IV auch schlecht zu realisieren. Zumindest wenn man nicht noch ein paar Sachen nebenbei laufen hat.

Nach ein paar Klicks im Web…der obligatorische Selbsttest:

• Sind Sie zwischen 35 und 45 Jahren?
• Haben Sie das Gefühl, in Routine zu ersticken?
• Haben Sie das Bedürfnis, etwas vollkommen Neues zu erleben?
• Fragen Sie sich häufig: Soll das alles gewesen sein?
• Stellen Sie Entscheidungen in Frage, die Sie früher getroffen haben?
• Suchen Sie verstärkt nach einem Sinn in Ihrem Leben?
• Haben Sie Angst, zu sterben, bevor Sie alles erlebt haben, was Sie sich wünschen?
• Macht es Ihnen zu schaffen, dass Ihre Leistungsfähigkeit nachlässt?
• Fragen Sie sich manchmal, wer Sie wirklich sind?
• Haben Sie Probleme, die Freizeit zu genießen?
• Haben Sie das Gefühl, nicht mehr viel für Ihre Partnerin zu empfinden?
• Macht Ihnen Ihre Arbeit keinen Spaß mehr?
• Fühlen Sie sich von Alltagszwängen und Gewohnheiten erstickt?
• Machen Sie sich Phantasien, aus Partnerschaft oder Beruf auszusteigen?
• Leiden Sie darunter, beruflich keine Aufstiegschancen mehr zu haben?
• Haben Sie den Eindruck, Ihre Hobbys füllen Sie nicht mehr aus?

Herzlichen Glückwunsch! Sie stecken in der Midlife Crisis!

Aber es hätte schlimmer kommen können. Schon mal was von der so genannten Quarterlife Crisis (QLC) gehört? Nein!? Sie ist bereits unter uns denn “bereits unter 20- bis 30-Jährigen breitet sich jetzt epidemisch die Symptomatik einer allgemeinen Lebenskrise aus”. Dies berichten Alexandra Robbins und Abby Wilner, zwei amerikanische Autorinnen, die diese Krise durchgemacht, bewältigt und in einem Buch verarbeitet haben (Quarterlife-Crisis, die Sinnkrise der Mittzwanziger,Ullstein Verlag). Schließlich trägt heutzutage nahezu jede Befindlichkeit eine klinische Zuweisung. Da könne, schreiben die Autorinnen, „man sich schon wundern, dass bis jetzt noch niemand dem schwierigen Übergang vom Studenten zum wirklichen Leben einen Namen gegeben hat”.

Puh…nochmal Schwein gehabt! Dieser Kelch ist an mir vorbei gegangen…

to be continued

Então cá estava a minha pessoa pensando em o que ver no jantar quando meus olhos caem na pilha de DVDs que meu irmão comprou, deixou e foi pra São Paulo… tava esperando ele para ver mas… TARDE DEMAIS XD

Anyway, é uma animação japonesa chamada Tokyo Godfathers, ou Padrinhos de Tokyo. O filme não é de Osamu Tesuka, que a pouco tempo era o único diretor japonês que eu conhecia, mas sim o terceiro de Satoshi Kon. Junto com ele, na produção, está Keiko Nobumoto que foi um dos principais roteiristas de Cowboy Beebop

Achei muuuito legal por muitas razões: a palavra “bicha” aparece inúmeras vezes, a animação é muito boa (pra variar), no plano de fundo a vida japonesa é apresentada sem participação direta, mas está lá, e me deixou impressionada. É envolvente e arranca muitas risadas. Minha mãe achou bem diferente: “É estranho!” mas riu e acho que até chorou num momento.

A vida dos três personagens principais muda quando os três mendigos, na noite de natal, acham um “presente” muito especial. Gin é um homem mais velho, que conta que sua mulher e filha morreram. Hana é um okama, que significa homem gay afeminado (adorei!) e é como a mãe do grupo. A terceira pessoa é Miyuki, uma menina que fugiu de casa.

Muito bem conduzido e denso, parece ter mais do que sua 1h30 de duração, mas ao mesmo tempo passa rápido. Muito bem feito, eu recomendo.

O trailer (em inglês) está aqui:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxCvrzVBuXw

Boa semana, e lembrem-se, cada dia nos leva para mais perto de sexta feira!! (já cansada pensando na semana ¬¬)

As músicas dos Godfathers são uma combinação de energia e barulho, sem muito espaço para experimentalismos ou lamúrias, embora tenham surgido bem no meio da década de 80, em Londres. O All Music vê neles a continuação de uma tradição que inclui The Who e Small Faces, mas a primeira coisa que me veio à cabeça quando ouvi Godfathers foi Iggy Pop.

A banda acabou mal os 90’s tinham começado. Antes, regravaram Cold Turkey, uma das melhores músicas (se não a melhor) do John Lennon pós-Beatles. Não conseguem reproduzir o clima claustrofóbico da original, mas dá vontade de ouvir bem alto.

Here is another monster tune which I purchased on Beatport and will feature it on my upcoming promo mix. This is what you get when you mix one of the Godfathers of techno with another brilliant artist. It is fantastic. Crazy peak-of-the-hour rave banger that will demolish any dancefloor. I’ve been a fan of Claude VonStroke once I heard ‘Who’s Afraid Of Detroit’ and been keeping an eye on him since. Very talented producer who comes up with some insane recordings, I highly suggest to check out his new material. You folks know the drill, if you like the tune please support the artist by buying it online! Enjoy and keep on ravin’!

Kevin Saunderson – The Human Bond (Claude VonStroke Rave Recognize Rave Mix) [REMAINDER: This is for promo purposes only, if you like the track please purchase it legally!]

The pinball game, The Simpson’s Pinball Party, can be found at Godfather’s Pizza, 531 IA-1 West.

http://www.ipdb.org/machine.cgi?gid=4674

While Barret Wallace may have been the first bearded character that came to my mind whilst creating this blog it is not because I am without a proper education in the history of Video Game Facial Hair. Final Fantasy VII is one of my favorite games and thusly did that beard spring to my mind. Here I present the Godfathers of the VG Moustache, Mario Mario and Luigi Mario. Proper reverence is demanded by the majestic foliage of their heroic lips. Not content to simply save Princesses/The World, the Mario Brothers opt to do so while cutting their own style across the Mushroom Kingdom. “Just try something smart ass,” their moustaches seem to say,” You’ll get stomped faster than the first goomba from SMB.”

I decided to order a pizza. So I called Godfather’s Pizza. Ordered a pizza and I said it was deliver. They said it would be 45 minutes. 65 minutes later, I’m still sitting here waiting for the pizza.

So I called them and they were like “Weren’t you gonna pick it up?”
I replied “No, I said delivery and you guys said it would be here in 45 minutes. That was 65 minutes ago.”
The dumb guy was like, “You ordered it 20 minutes ago.”
“I said I ordered it 65 minutes ago. Are you calling me a liar?” I said.
Then he was like “It will be there  in 45 minutes to an hour and we’ll give you $10 off.”

I just told him to forget about it.  I’m not gonna wait another hour just to get a pizza and I don’t want some a**hole kid doing anything to it. I don’t know why I’m even saying this. Oh well.

-Kyle

I decided to order a pizza. So I called Godfather’s Pizza. Ordered a pizza and I said it was deliver. They said it would be 45 minutes. 65 minutes later, I’m still sitting here waiting for the pizza.

So I called them and they were like “Weren’t you gonna pick it up?”
I replied “No, I said delivery and you guys said it would be here in 45 minutes. That was 65 minutes ago.”
The dumb guy was like, “You ordered it 20 minutes ago.”
“I said I ordered it 65 minutes ago. Are you calling me a liar?” I said.
Then he was like “It will be there  in 45 minutes to an hour and we’ll give you $10 off.”

I just told him to forget about it.  I’m not gonna wait another hour just to get a pizza and I don’t want some a**hole kid doing anything to it. I don’t know why I’m even saying this. Oh well.

-Kyle

“I’ve been abused, I’ve been confused and I’ve kissed Margaret Thatcher’s shoes!” I like it when lyrics end in exclamation marks. And most of the Godfathers’ lyrics do.

First exposure: Birth, School, Work, Death, a deadly little album. I wasn’t expecting much from it that day in 1988, but it blew out my bedroom windows and I knew I’d found something good. I bought it only because I was told it was cool new British postpunk, a la The Cult, which it isn’t at all. But I was surprised, as I’ve never been a fan of punk, and the Godfathers are very much a punk band … although they dressed like bankers and knew how to play guitar. That’s probably why I like them so much. Singer Peter Coyne uses every UK punk vocal cliche, but the guitars are just smashing, twin leads with solid rhythm beneath … The title track, Coming Down, Cause I Said So … fucking brilliant.

The second Canadian release, More Songs About Love and Hate, was a little quieter, but had a song called Walking Talking Johnny Cash Blues, which remains high on my playlist. She Gives Me Love, in particular, should have been huge. But it wasn’t. And that’s what sunk the Godfathers; for every nerd like me who thought they rocked and rocked some more, there were a thousand people buying Paula Abdul or Vanilla Ice or whatever was selling that year.

A couple of years later came the slicker Unreal World, a good disc but it was clear the boys were losing their teeth. There were apparently albums after that but I can’t say much about them, as they were never released here. I did pick up a Greatest Hits disc around 1995 or so, which for some reason was also called Birth, School, Work, Death and had the same cover as Unreal World; it had a fantastic instrumental twangfest called Gone To Texas on it, which I still play all the time.

Anyway, if you can find some Godfathers, listen. If you can’t, well, there’s always YouTube.

‘Long Live Novel!’ This may never be written again, for Monsieur Novel has been long and truly buried.

He neither died of old age nor was assassinated but succumbed to a painful self-inflected wound of popular neglect. In this age of ‘less is more’, the elderly Novel was found wanting in brevity of speech and slimness of girth.

Fed on morsels of exaggeration, he refused to go on a word-diet. Finally, his size grew too big for his reputation. His flowing robes of ornamentation got stuck in the barbwire of terseness, and he rolled down into the Valley of Disuse.

There was no bang, but a whimpering fadeout into the oblivion. Even the autopsy didn’t do justice to Monsieur Novel’s elaborate body of work. The postmortem report was short – ‘Died In Prose’.

The final nail on the coffin was hit when the self-written obituary of Novel wasn’t read out in full. Instead, a cruel 2-line synopsis composed by Reverend Fate was emailed to all the literary godfathers – “Here lies the One who was frequently written of. Now, He has been feverishly written off.” And the people who were supposed to mourn this loss were busy celebrating elsewhere!

A tiny baby girl had been born to the womb of Mrs. Creativity. Naturally, she was named – Micro.

Her arrival was premature, but her stay was meant to be permanent. Mr. Blog was the father and wasn’t he elated! Writers from far and wide flocked to embrace her.Some cuddled the toddler with their pens and others stroked her chin with a mouse.

In this assembly, Novel – the late literary giant – was being shredded of his sanctity by the piercing tongues of novices, and nobody complained. But, a soothsayer, who had witnessed the birth of the expressive Novel, declared – “Micro is Novel reborn”! Lo and behold, there was a fatal hush in the house.

Suddenly, an old lady entered the scene. “She was one of the many who courted Novel and together they created many masterpieces”, someone shouted. They all watched as she went upto the cradle and picked up Micro.

“Welcome back, my dear Novel!

How I wish people had the time and patience to enjoy your varied nuances.

How I hope the storytellers treated you with some respect.

Only if countless trees had not been cut to make room for your trysts with Baroness Paper, environmentalists might have tolerated you?

What if you has chosen your syllables well and weren’t merely a tool in the hands of propagandists?

What if you had toned down your flab while living? Now as you reincarnate as Miss Micro, I yearn to fall in love with you again!”

The silent room was overwhelmed by emotions and broke out in an unending applause. In the midst of the cacophony, one person chuckled at how one and all had fallen to her vicious charms and clever masquerade.

The wink in Micro’s eye was obvious.

My first manager’s position in the food industry was for a well known pizza delivery company.  It was also my first introduction to how goofy the American public can be.  A friend recently e-mailed me a Craigslist posting from a young lady who is finding out that despite America’s wealth and technology we also have the greatest concentration of morons in the world.  I will endeavor to edit her profanity, but only becuase some parents use the Internet as a baby sitter and do not monitor what their children see when surfing.  The following is sheer brilliance.  If any of these points identify you, don’t giggle and say, “I do that.”  Don’t laugh, fix yourself.  For those not identified in this rant, enjoy:

To Anyone Who Orders Pizza – EVER

Date: 2008-01-22, 12:44PM PST

1. YES WE MAKE A CHEESE PIZZA! No pizza joint in the world would refuse that request. No, you don’t have to be embarrassed because you’re ordering what a typical 5-year old likes to eat. No, you don’t have to say “Do you make a pizza without any topppings? I mean, like, uh, just with cheese-only… and sauce?” Every pizza has cheese on it, unless you’re a freakin’ vegan, and no one is staying in business by offering dough-and-sauce-only treats. So, yes, no matter what pizza place you call WE MAKE A CHEESE PIZZA. Even if the menu says “The Classic” or “Basic” or whatever, if you say cheese-pizza we know what it is.

2. KNOW YOUR ADDRESS! Don’t giggle, you overpaid salaried- MBA (aka flurge) reading this during your lunch-hour. YOU are the IDIOT that calls and says “We just moved. It’s by the store on the corner.” Really? Thank goodness there is only one store on a corner in all of Washington State. For a moment, I thought I might actually have to look on a map to see where you live or verifiy the northeastern part of this town or the west side of the next city. Oh, and when I politely mention that I need an exact address, don’t huff and act like I’M the one making things difficult. Find a piece of mail. Look on your lease or morgage papers. Go outside. You DO have an address, contrary to the nameless customer who insisted “they” took his address away (but he’s got other problems).

3. NO, I WILL NOT BE THE PERSON WHO DELIVERS YOUR PIZZA. Yes, I know. I’m a girl. You’re a boy, maybe even cute. I have a pleasant phone voice, which is why I was hired for this job. I don’t care how wild the party is. I don’t care that the parental units have left for the weekend. I don’t care that you will tip me $20 just to show up. I’m being nice to you because it’s my job, not because I’m trying to get a boy-friend. Also, although I’m not in this boat, just beware that not everyone who sounds like a pretty model is. Ever see the movie “Spun” ?

4. WE WON’T ATTEMPT TO DEFY THE LAWS OF THE PHYSICAL WORLD FOR YOU. Grow up, miss “I want it extra-well done – but not burnt!” Really? What the f*** do you mean? Extra-well done by definition IS burned. Would you like it simply well-done with an extra paranoid note to the kitchen not to burn it? No? You specifically want it to be EXTRA well-done and NOT BURNT! The other annoying request is for “one” side of the pizza to be well done, and the other “lightly-baked.” Um, sir, you do understand what a pizza is, right? That the whole pie will go in the oven and both sides of the pie will be cooked the same amount? We haven’t entered into the Star Trek technology of a half-burned, half-soggy pie yet, but we will certainly send you some coupons when we do. Shall I put down “golden brown” for now? Sound good? You mean like, NORMAL?

5. DO YOU LOVE YOUR CHILDREN? I think most of you do not. I hope you understand that when you leave your children in the care of a baby-sitter you should make sure that she/he knows the address where the kids live at, god forbid an EMERGENCY happens. Also, knowledge of the household phone-number would be great so that we can actually get ahold of the baby-sitter when we find out that the wrong address we were given will cause us to be a little late. I know. It’s a big romantic night out and you haven’t been laid in months because you haven’t had enough “alone time” together. But write down the address, write down the emergency numbers, write down that your lovey-dovey brat is allergic to mushrooms so that HOPEFULLY those emergency numbers won’t have to be used.

6. A REAL ALLERGY? Look, if you a seriously allergic to something, let me know. We will take extra-precaution. But if you simply don’t like lots of garlic, just tell me so we don’t put extra garlic on the specialty pie – don’t tell me you are allergic and then get pissed off when I am reluctant to send you out a pizza that has tomato sauce on it because all of that sauce will have some garlic in it, you f****r. If you’re so g*******d allergic, you probably shouldn’t be eating that, should you?

7. DIETERS. Just stop it. Pizza is junk-food. Quit saying double-extra cheese and pepperoni and in the same breath say you’re on a diet and do we have a thinner, whole-wheat crust? It’s not going to work, baby. You’re fat. You’re going to get fatter. The quickest way to not be fat is to eat LESS and move MORE. So, why don’t you take a walk down to where we are, order a green salad with no dressing OR go all out and order some extra sausage on that pie as well, HEAVY on the olive-oil basting.

8. STONERS ARE THE BEST. I love stoners. I didn’t fully realize what a wonderful contribution they are to society until I started working here. If YOU, dear surfer-boy stoner showed up here after a long shift, I would marry you. You guys are so grateful for anything because you’re soooo hungry. You are just amazed that a delivery kitchen delivers, that a pizza place makes pizza, and that we can even throw pepperoni on that. Half the time, you forget you ordered, so when our delivery guy shows up, it’s like getting to actually SEE Santa filling the Christmas stockings. On a budget? I’ll send you extra coupons. We should all be more like stoners. Sweet. Dude.

9. PARANOID PRICK. Yes, you rude paranoid prick. Watch out. You’re lucky you are insignificant & therfore not worthy of revenge, but I want you to think through this once. IF YOU WERE IMPORTANT ENOUGH FOR THE CIA TO BE AFTER YOU, I THINK YOU WOULD HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN TO ORDER PIZZA. To the rest of the paranoid pricks who aren’t as delusional about the government, think through this: you’ve been extremely rude to me. I, who know your name, phone number, address and credit card number. I could do a lot of damage. I know it. Now YOU know it. So watch it, because the next person you talk to like that might be a Star Wars nerd who turns to the dark-side.

10. LOVERS. True, I don’t have a significant other, so one might think this was jealousy writing, but it isn’t, I assure you. I know you’re in love. I know “schnookims” probably gives great h**d, or at least a lot of it, or that “sweetie-pie” just bought you some earrings. Great. But do you realize that incessant dribble on the phone is something I’d rather not hear? You sound like idiots. And to the couples that can’t wait until after copulation to call – TAKE AN ETTIQUETTE CLASS. It is NOT cool to screw during a phone call. Maybe in the 1950’s it was daring, but come on! Not even the mile-high club is that daring anymore.

Will continue to post updates as time goes by….