My wife went off with Elvis.
Maybe I'll make a huge color tapestry from my belly button lint.
What kind of morons do you have working at newspapers in Austin that would base an entire review of an artist's performance on whether or not they had a good seat?
If something is good enough, it can be out there and people will see it.
I've learned how to use my spam filter pretty effectively.
You got me stranded on the bungee tower of love.