Boardwalk 11, people. One of the few finds on the west side.
From the sound of it, I’m guessing she’s the sort of person who still gets jazzed about a new Britney Spears album.
This is the umpteenth mention in recent weeks of an NPR* story being adapted into a film or television project. Hm.
*On that note, it always bothers me to use “an” before an acronym that starts with N. But my hands are tied: I either write “…weeks of AH NPR story…” or “…weeks of a National Public Radio story…”
It’s bad enough the bastards have got me using “an historic”…
49 seconds. That’s all I could stomach before my basic humanity forced me to hit PAUSE. Jesus. Dodging a bullet doesn’t even begin to describe this.
Yet as clearly unfit as she was, I did/do feel bad for her. She must have been completely blind-sided by this whole thing. One day she’s the pretty girl at the prom, the next day the entire country is mocking her for being intelligent by Wasilla standards.
