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...Girl. Now Aniston is getting the best reviews of her career--the kind of reviews that can lead to Oscar nominations. In the film, she stars as Justine, a small-town Texas woman with a dead-end job behind the makeup counter of a discount store called the Retail Rodeo. Married to a lug (John C. Reilly) who is lacking in both smarts and sperm count, Justine embarks on a disastrous affair with a troubled young co-worker (Jake Gyllenhaal...
Poor Justine Last (Jennifer Aniston). When she gets home from clerking at Retail Rodeo, her life is even more awful. Her husband (John C. Reilly) is a house painter with a disastrous sperm count. Mostly he sits around stoned, watching inane TV. No wonder Justine starts making eyes at Holden (Jake Gyllenhaal), the cute new guy at work. He has borrowed his name from The Catcher in the Rye, but his soulful air masks a dangerous obsessiveness...
...what really hurt was the suspicion that some of the fires they were fighting were set by their own people. Just three weeks after the discovery that Colorado's vast Hayman fire was started by Forest Service worker Terry Barton, officials announced that they suspected the so-called Rodeo blaze in Arizona had been set by part-time firefighter Leonard Gregg so that he would get paid to help...
...MEXIA, TEXAS Boomin' on the Fourth in Mexia is a weeklong festival that ends on Independence Day with a rodeo, concerts and, of course, an office-chair race through downtown...
...sings along to Radiohead? Heck, who even knows what a Radiohead song is about? (Yeah, I know— “fake plastic trees.” Wicked cool.) With Garth Brooks, things are simpler: there are songs about truck drivers whose wives cheat on them, songs about rodeo cowboys, songs about people running into their high school girlfriends and thanking God that they didn’t marry them. There are songs for Republicans, like the rousing “American Honky-Tonk Bar Association” (It represents the hardhat, gun rack, achin’-back over...