Word: sawing
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...have hired consultants to offer their advice on improving Loker's popularity. And yet, even the recommendations of these professionals have done little to reverse the area's descent into irrelevance. Of course, bear in mind most of the consultants we know are the same folks whom we last saw passed out after last year's Owl Luau. Indeed, the only innovation that has saved Loker Commons thus far, the introduction of the fly-by, arrived not by way of corporate strategy, but because of persistent student requests...
...roommates certainly thought so when they saw his earlier pictures...
...about it in the book. It was in August of 1988, when I went up to his ranch to spend the afternoon as he chopped trees and pruned the landscape--what he loved to do. And he was in these jeans, work clothes, and he was working with buzz saws and tree hooks with two guys, ranch hands. The President and these two guys communicated entirely in grunts. And I realized that this is the real Ronald Reagan here, a hard, quiet, taciturn man's man, working with his body. In the current Talk Magazine there's an article...
...line that was eventually cut was: "I want you to get my pregnant. I want to have your abortion." Oh, how I love witty dialogue... Michael Jackson just got another divorce. How sad. But then again, he never even lived with this wife. They lived in different cities, never saw each other, and Michael pretty much had full custody. And rumor has it that he's obsessed with the air his children breathe--literally. He has his servants check it for germs regularly and any toys which the children touch are promptly disposed of...And finally, as I was walking...
...drunk, on the snow of their front yard, his arms spread out as if he were crucified. At the end of the book, Morris charts Reagan's trip to Bergen-Belsen, and the photographs of the white corpses shown upon a black background in cruciform position that he saw at the entrance to the field...