Word: guyness
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...slathered" in public? Suntan lotion. And What Should be you number one Item on the packing last for Bora Bora? Suntan Lotion. Nothing says "day at the beach" like a pair of greasy hands and the overpowering scent of coconut. And that's just on the fat guy who wants you to "do his back." But for those of us allergic to skin cancer, perhaps sunscreen is a better choice. Like Mom always used to say--back when Mom was an ad exec for Coppertone--"Block...
...murder or steal for money or prestige. But how much would it take to encourage someone to keep his lips sealed over a misdemeanor, to look the other way when the stench of academic dishonesty threatens to foul up a pretty good season? Especially if he knows that the guy on the other bench would sell his own son for a Sweet Sixteen berth (no offense, Mr. Knight...
...would murder or steal for money or prestige. But how much would it take to encourage someone to keep his lips sealed over a misdemeanor, to look the other way when the stench of academic dishonesty threatens to foul up a good season? Especially if he knows that the guy on the other bench would sell his own son for a Sweet Sixteen berth (no offense, Mr. Knight...
...caused him so much discomfort? "Well, for one thing, there's money involved," he says. "And the other reason is, I feel obligated to take my music around and let people hear me." According to Thomas, Wilson is more competitive than he perhaps appears: "Brian is a driven guy. He doesn't want to be perceived as someone who can't do something." Thomas also mentions that Wilson was upset about the disappointing reception for Imagination. Despite generally kind reviews (the consensus, shared here, is that the multitracked vocals, all by Wilson, are stunning but that the music suffers from...
...previous 14 years, to talk about their audits. This may be the reason that until last week I never heard anyone mention the official name of the road (or at least half of it, from 72nd Street down): the Miller Elevated Highway. Even New Yorkers will cut a guy some slack sooner or later, and I like to think that they've never used the real name because they've been thinking, "O.K. Joyce Kilmer's poetry might have been so bad that he deserved to be memorialized on the Jersey Turnpike by unleaded regular and rest-stop cheeseburgers...