“Have you been noticing your pets acting odd?” “Yes, they keep barking out the windows and there’s nothing there! One dog runs right back the other older one sometimes runs right in.” “Yes. Mine is crying and whining all the time and getting very barky. Her nose is to the flo...
There are the lyrics to the infamous song, of course, and then there’s the infamous steakhouse, where they are simply rabid to give you a 72 ounce sirloin for free if you can make an ass of yourself by choking it down in less than an hour. Paul loves this place with an Oklahoma-...
“Have you been noticing your pets acting odd?” “Yes, they keep barking out the windows and there’s nothing there! One dog runs right back the other older one sometimes runs right in.” “Yes. Mine is crying and whining all the time and getting very barky. Her nose is to the flo...
Give a prize to the little whirr in the periphery of this song, like a vibrating phone and a whooping crane; makes you want to buy a new appliance, get a bird, slide in next to Rema and see how he makes it work. Gilli - "Baianá" [website] The Danish rapper Gilli samples Bar...
Berry used to getangry at the phone. “If they keep on ringing, I’ll never get my typing done!”she’d shout. People just don’t see the big picture. One evening, afterleaving work, I was sitting next to a man on the train. I was feeling tired. Myeyes fell on the paper he ...
“Mummy..mummy.. I am not feeling good” said a panicked Mrs. Sharma to the phone. “Where is your husband” asked the voice behind the phone. “I threw him out of the apartment. He touched the dustbin” “Did you take your medicines today?” asked the voice, concerned. ...
I couldn't tell you what it means to be a "bread believer," but neither could its songwriter: the lyrics' function is "trance-like," he says, "like staring at yourself in the mirror for too long." It has a bruised 90s sound, like alt-rock with a tummy-ache - and yet a childli...
“This nail was the i-Phone of its day — the highest technology,” I would tell them. “If you could shoe your horse, you could plow your field, deliver the mail, defend your territory . . . “Today, this nail is the humblest of technologies. It holds the shoe on through mud and...
“Why are you stomping? You know I’m on the phone!” She says this with her hand clamped over the mouthpiece. To stifle our sound. As if any of this can be kept silent. I stomp more, then move to the coffee pot. Her cup is there. Lipstick on the rim. I touch it then look...
surrounded by tiny scraps of paper upon which I scrawled phone numbers I need to know but will never remember. And like a lot of well-worn items in my household, it looks as though it belongs there—wedged comfortably between favorite photos, prized artwork, a colorful array of magnetic let...