I know what you’re thinking. “No one mixes metaphors better than you, sir. And don’t say ‘lick’ so much. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww.”
Who even cares about today's crop of movie stars, the whole boring lot of them. Our actors have never been less interesting. A giant gob of forgettable goobers.
Know who she reminds me of? Helen of Troy. And Mary Queen of Scots, during the Reformation, the good years, before things got all complicated.
Hemsworth quit meat for movie kiss? “Because he wanted his breath to smell like lavender, empathy and light?”
When White Fang hears his car, her whole body starts to quiver, tongue to tail.
In LA, everyone blows through red lights, even the cops, and the proper response to “Good morning” is “You sure? Just wait, dude.”
Toss these babies on the little grill to meld, weld, fester, ferment, gurgle, kiss, cuddle and waba-waba, till they become the finest beach dessert you ever had.
My takeaway from all the spittle, all the invective, was that we don’t know what we have till it’s taken away – like electricity, for instance.