Gwynneth is onto something. When garden snails are rounded up from escargot ranches for processing, they're starved for three days before slaughter as a cleansing process. I'm sure a single escargot day is equal to a Paltrow week. And so, in the end, Gwyneth will probably taste delicious in butter and garlic.
Cajun, we don't want Brit. And it's not like you don't have some Jewish down there in Louisiana already. We want Charmaine Neville or someone with some real talent.
And now she can really get to know her fella – Hogwarts and all.
Yesterday my boss was scheduled to read HP-POA at a school, and called me on the car ride over to ask about "warthogs" in "that movie that's on its 5th installment." As soon as I guessed HP (Hogwarts, was of course what she meant), I fell into a fit of hysterics assuming she had premiere tickets (we get stuff like that sometimes).
Turned out, she had me on speakerphone and just wanted to make of me to everyone else in the car.
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The second single: I am not a goy, not yet a Jew.
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/golf clap.
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Yesterday my boss was scheduled to read HP-POA at a school, and called me on the car ride over to ask about "warthogs" in "that movie that's on its 5th installment." As soon as I guessed HP (Hogwarts, was of course what she meant), I fell into a fit of hysterics assuming she had premiere tickets (we get stuff like that sometimes).
Turned out, she had me on speakerphone and just wanted to make of me to everyone else in the car.
For realz.
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Jews can dance.
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