Word: junking
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...didn't have my best stuff today, and I haven't been feeling like myself all week," Birtwell said. "I didn't feel like I had any pop in my ball. Last week at Brown, I had to rely on junk, and today I threw a lot of changeups and tried to take something off my breaking ball...
...song or TV show may inspire some sick twist to earn satanic stardom with a gun. But most kids deserve the respect their parents wanted when they were kids: to be able to consume bits of pop culture and decide on their own whether it's poetry, entertainment or junk...
...like "Help! They Mangled My Penis"--a graphically illustrated account of a man's horribly botched attempt at penile enlargement. I'd like to see a similar article entitled, "Revenge of the Silicon Breasts" to deter Pamela Lee Anderson wannabes. The fact is all of these magazines are just junk food for the brain. If they don't make you feel insecure about your height/weight/intellect, they waste your time with their inanity. Guys, welcome to our world. May you loath it as much as the next woman...
This raw intensity comes bursting through every element of Jesse Kellerman '01's new production. It's hard to imagine Mamet himself wanting it produced any other way. Set designer John Gordon '01 effectively turns the normally empty and foreboding Loeb X into a Chicago junk store cluttered nearly to the point of confusion, a maze for Mamet's unlikely heroes to negotiate as they struggle through the world. Behind all the rusty typewriters and lamps, however, the walls are a stark gray. Add to this the hauntingly pale lighting of Ali Ruth Davis '00, and Mamet's maze...
...like "Help! They Mangled My penis"--a graphically illustrated account of a man's horribly botched attempt at penile enlargement. I'd like to see a similar article entitled, "Revenge of the Silicon Breasts" to deter Pamela Lee Anderson wannabes. The fact is all of these magazines are just junk food for the brain. If they don't make you feel insecure about your height/weight/intellect, they waste your time with their inanity. Guys, welcome to our world. May you loath it as much as the next woman...