The woosies from flex-sealing the drip system has been replaced by 25 ways to gargle with voogin.

The caramia moment has not struck yet but we'll hobble with dignity until it does. The 185 says to beef it up but why the drop? The best thing about cruising isn't the appropriateness, it's the cruise, Tom. Losing presence is eu-u-u-ge hence the mention, but that alone doesn't explain this. Hopping a sidecar is a sign of assurance, not a questionable exit routine. The merge with the cosmos is chosen for quality reasons not shrugging shoulders. It gets pinned to confirm the moment. Sorry if it comes across as solo thrill-seeking but it's more partnership-building than a diversion that needs to be eliminated. I rub because it doesn't require a Lotus.

From 9 years ago:
What do you get when you cross Lena Dunham with Matthew Weiner? Erica Jong with a bald head and a dick. It was illuminating, like the tectonic gods were copulating or as our girl in the northwest might put it, "shifting". Hannah and Draper - now there's a pairing that'll flummox the unflappable.