Dunkaroos. All day, every day.
Did Lady Gaga steal her new song from a puppet?
All signs point to ‘eh I guess so.’
We were brought together by greed for fame.
They told us to move our mouths silently.
From there, our lives were never quite the same.
Thrust into the spotlight so violently.
First, we sat on the Billboard – prominent.
Limos, hotels, our lewd agent, Sammy.
Then, atop the industry – dominant.
Women, MTV, dollar bills, Grammy.
The higher we were lifted from the norm,
Up farther and farther from the mundane,
The more we felt the fury of the storm –
Now, a life barely able to sustain.
We were loved and adored by all who heard,
Yet neither of us sung a single word.
- A sonnet I wrote about Milli Vanilli for a grade 12 writing class.
The bubbly chocolate war just got a whole lot more interesting.
1960: Los Angeles Policemen in Drag
Robbery squad officers dressed as women “as part of an operation to catch a purse snatcher who murdered an elderly woman while she was on her way to church.”
If someone offers to narrate your life, immediately refuse.
Time travel is a hell of a thing.
Amazing how quickly a review about pinball can turn into an anecdote about urination.
Finally, someone’s speaking the truth about apple butter.
Travelers look at a glass dome on a stainless-steel train car, April 1947
Photograph by Willard Culver, National Geographic
There are cotton swabs. And then there are Q-tips.