Flatbread is the Ocean’s 8 of bread.
The only straight thing about me is my bingo card.
“I’m going to go through all of the stages of grief, but not in the right order,” A warned me as we went in to see Hillary Clinton. “So good luck.”
You can’t keep a 200 year-old bottle of balsamic in your dorm, kids.
Jurassic Park gave me the skills to survive in life.
You don’t want to know how much butter is in brioche.
If anyone wants to hear my pitch for Toy Story 4, I’ve got it now.
I had no idea what to expect when the van door opened.
Flowers from another planet where it’s warm and colorful and okay to mix patterns.