
You dial the clinic’s phone number and press send, wondering if life from this day forward holds nothing but a death sentence.
Have you ever asked yourself the deepest philosophical question that drives all introspection, which is: Why am I so neurotic and screwed up? Well, stop blaming your mother. It’s because you have three brains, and they have never once agreed on anything.
The final moments of the forgotten classic The Last American Virgin are what elevate the picture from cultural curiosity to subversive brilliance.
Joe made plans earwhispering elsewhere with hands in her back bluejean
pockets finding his, his what?, what were we looking for afterall
those barlikely nights?
I didn’t like Cherie at first. Her ankles were too thick, which spoke of things in other parts of her body. And she was very tan, a dark, burnt orange kind of tan, which made those ankles look like roasted meat. You don’t want a woman to be edible in that way.
I’d been watching a lot of porn starring
fat girls, which at first I thought was pretty sicko, but then I
started to think it was kind of intriguing, and really almost sexy.
Halfway between head and genitalia, not strictly sexual, but, like Spears herself, "not that innocent" either, the belly button is a liminal marker.
Me and Jimmy Two-Balls and Xerox were still in a line platoon and were deploying in four days — four days and we’d be back in the desert; a different one, but desert all the same — which is why I hadn’t done such a great job setting up Norm’s bachelor party.
d. I saw one of her breasts when I was ten. We were celebrating 4th of July and she had caught a spark that flew into her bikini.