I do not understand all this sudden interest in bringing back silicone implants. Is there some sort of untold medical tragedy occurring that we need so desperately to bring back deadly boobs? The only pro-death-tit argument I can find is the tired cliché that "consumers should be allowed to choose."
The whole thing reminds me of Steve Martin's "Cruel Shoes."
I swear to you, this morning as I was commuting* to work, I saw HM The Queen driving a blue Honda Civic. I suppose it's not surprising that she would drive such an economical and reliable automobile, but I'm not sure what she was doing driving around baseball fields in Saint Paul, Minn.
"We are very eager to see the start of Little League play."
Who would have thought this would be a problem?
What is the best song of all time? Ever? I don't mean some cool song that you really like at the moment, but a song that will always elicit some sort of emotional response from you? I'm inclined to say, sadly, that Thin Lizzie's "Boys Are Back In Town" is up there on my list.
"The robber... had cut eyeholes in his stocking cap, which he had pulled down over his face."
Apparently he got his fashion sense from Dumb Donald of Fat Albert fame.
*"Commuting." That's the big word I use to avoid admitting that my dad gives me a ride to work every day.