I had to back up off of it and sit the front of book down/sidebars and graphics, yeah, I'm fucked up, now/But it ain't no stoppin/the Review's still poppin/Harvard's got columnists from the city of Cambridge/to serve me...
God, I find this depressing. On the bright side, baklava is likely to gain favor as a holiday treat. Mmmmm, baklava. (I prefer Shatila out of Detroit. Middle Eastern, not Greek, sorry George.)
As a Greek-American, I feel eminently qualified to make the following assertion: Mr. Stephanopoulos' love of the spotlight and the attendant fame is surpassed only by his overwhelming need to don a hairpiece that most closely resembles a wayward wolverine who has come to its final resting place atop the highest ground it could find.
@♥AntiSocialSocialite♥: I met him at the Vancouver Summit and made a complete ass of myself, much to the amusement of the Secret Service agent behind him.
I was working with Starbucks and when he came up to the counter I helpfully pointed out "this is the regular coffee, that's decaf..." and was desperately fishing for something, ANYTHING to say, just so I had an excuse for looking at him.
"And these are muffins," I said, waving a hand over said muffins. He looked at me like "oh god, not another one" and walked away while the SS guy snickered into his cufflinks.
Give these people their own show. Except that the storylines should revolve around their various grifting scams. Any monies earned from the show should go to pay back all the people they've bilked over the years.
They're obviously pathological liars and psychopaths, and need to be made an example of.
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Yasoo, George!
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Great head of hair, that one.
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I was working with Starbucks and when he came up to the counter I helpfully pointed out "this is the regular coffee, that's decaf..." and was desperately fishing for something, ANYTHING to say, just so I had an excuse for looking at him.
"And these are muffins," I said, waving a hand over said muffins. He looked at me like "oh god, not another one" and walked away while the SS guy snickered into his cufflinks.
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Fixed it for you.
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Time for me to pitch reviving the Stephanopouletter again.
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My parents watch him every Sunday. No matter where he goes, the loyal Greeks shall follow!
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Still, the question must be asked: How much more money does he want, and how can it be worth getting up insanely early? Yikes.
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They're obviously pathological liars and psychopaths, and need to be made an example of.