Go to the box office, pay your money. These are the steps you take for admittance. The sign on the side says something about NO ADMITTANCE, but you know it does not apply to you.
No admittance is for graduate programs at schools with names like Berkeley and Columbia, not for a man named Tampa singing a tune about Denver. The Denver blues. The Prop. 2 blues.
Palo Alto really is like the Radiohead song. Menlo Park is even worse (better).
But remember to bring your VISA card.
Partly cloudy, prepare for rain.
There is one day and two commitments. How do you choose? They both involve friends, and you’re calculating enough to weigh which are better friends. With age, the only friends you keep are the good ones, so the argument is relatively pointless. Where do you go?
For sushi in the Castro?
Skinny thighs look better on men than women. It’s true, he says, not trying to use the truth as a means. It is a fact, he says again, turning his attention back to the newspaper he was halfheartedly reading.
The girls play with the drag queens and their perfect bodies.
You want the look, check out the Afro and D-cups on page 26. Keep you regular for a week that. And no matter what Tampa says, you can get that stuff ‘round here.
A cow gets sick, and someone’s political career is ruined because he didn’t report the bovine fever – it’ll clear up in no time, don’t wanna worry the market.
Instead, eat plenty of cereal to clear out the polyps. Historical trends show that 100 years ago people died mostly from preventable diseases. Today, we die from ailments we give ourselves.
Another sucker just born.