Word: blonds
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...blond host sits on a windowsill, smiling into a filtered lens. An apple is in one hand, a hair dryer in the other. Dress is informal; in fact, it is nonexistent. Introductions are made. The host is: a) Diane Sawyer, co-host of CBS's Morning show, making an all-out bid to win the war of the a.m. news programs; b) ABC's David Hartman, doing the same; or c) Lassie, doing what comes naturally...
...DIES" ESSAY, WINS PRIZE. 1935: COED ON REVIEWING STAND FOR MOSCOW MAY DAY PARADE. 1936: FRANCES FARMER, A MOVIE STAR AT 21. 1937: HOLLYWOOD BLOND WINS ACCLAIM IN BROADWAY'S GOLDEN BOY. 1938: STAR CAMPAIGNS FOR SPANISH LEFTISTS. 1939: FARMER WALKS OUT ON ROLE IN HEMINGWAY PLAY. 1942: FRANCES FARMER "DEPORTED" FROM MEXICO. 1943: ACTRESS ARRESTED, PLACED IN INSANE ASYLUM. 1945: FRANCES FARMER DISAPPEARS AGAIN, IS FOUND. 1950: EX-STAR RELEASED AFTER YEARS IN VIOLENT WARD. 1958: FRANCES FARMER, THIS IS YOUR LIFE! 1970: FRANCES FARMER, ACTRESS, DEAD OF CANCER...
...That big blond cowboy with the evil grin is Ramrod (Wings Hauser), who manages a stable of prostitutes. He says he loves them, often he beats them, sometimes they die. Tonight, Ramrod is feeling meaner than usual. Seems that Princess (Season Hubley), the proverbial whore with a heart of depreciated gold, has set him up for the boys in blue. Time she was taught a fatal lesson, if Ramrod can just find her. And he will, using all the resources of his psychopathy-unless the vice squad finds him first...
...devoted to the new Mrs. Montana, Cass-"Cass Montana," a more buckskin name even than his-a pretty, bubbly, outdoorsy woman, as outgoing as her husband is shy. "If I didn't know better," she says, "I'd think he was a California boy. Blond hair, blue eyes-and unbelievably laid back." She is a United stewardess, with no plans to stop flying. They met on a Notre Dame charter flight to Los Angeles, his second-to-last college game against U.S.C...
...really and truly a "Renaissance City" (and not just another car slum), or about how much better one team is than another, or even how amazing it is that the Forty-Niners have a barefoot kicker, I would like to say that my Super Bowl topic concerns my blond and beautiful California roommate. Want to read a little bit further? I thought you would...