I love the word “unctuous” and dislike the word “giggle.” Face it. You’re a grown-ass woman. You laugh.
Until yesterday, I thought Jerzy Kosinski and Paddy Chayefsky were the same person. But don’t worry, I have Wassily Kandinsky on lock.
I live in a town where the bowling alley is packed to capacity at 8pm on a Monday and there are no more open lanes for an hour an a half. This story has a happy ending, though: we barnstormed Il Forno’s trivia night and won $50 for next week. STANK RANGERS (is the name of the team). and also I got laid.