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...Cory walked to the side of the bar and hesitantly made my drink. It took him an eternity in Applebee's time - three or four minutes - and when he brought it to me, he didn't look me in the eye. I took a sip from the glass (which he had forgotten to salt) and tasted a cloyingly sweet dross. He had clearly added "Applebee's signature margarita mix," after all, and I couldn't stomach it. I ordered a vodka martini instead. The martini was watery, but I was too embarrassed to order a third drink, so I struggled...
...carpets, nudging ol' Tone's style toward MTV without sacrificing his half-century of musical substance. Tony has been flying on the fumes of hipness ever since, and Danny sees the big eight-O as the perfect moment for another boost of publicity rocket fuel. "I've had my eye on this since his 75th," says the younger Bennett. "Most people's concept of 80 is you can't get up the stairs, but Tony still sings like he's 20, and he has fans of all ages. You bet we're going to remind people of that...
...monicker is Mike Hammer, kid. I'm a private eye...
...teacher's Bix Beiderbecke records. So I knew Mike was a bad guy.) The music plays up his thug character as well. When Mike shows up in a doorway, we hear the clanging chords that usually greet the first appearance of a monster. This isn't a private eye film; it's a Hammer horror movie...
...labor day and night to concoct stunning, near-holy ways to be frighteningly beautiful, original, and colossally stylish. If what I have seen is a glimpse into the future of fashion, then I have seen the four horsemen of the Apocalypse.The folks who prance down the streets horrify the eye with their courageous but bizarre aesthetics. Men and women alike bedeck themselves in skintight jeans that cling to bony legs with non-existent muscles. Midriffs, too, are common for both sexes, revealing ribs and hipbones to match. Piercings, facial and otherwise, make the crowded street sparkle like a Christmas tree...