“That car is sweet!”. He pointed to some shiny sports car.
“It’s alright, I guess”, I said, disinterestedly.
“What do you mean ‘alright’? That’s 1967mumbojumbosomethingorother Mustang!”.
“It’s not better-looking than my Honda”.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Brad Pitt. Overrated. Just way overrated.
Math. My brain just doesn’t work that way.
That column in one of those gossip magazines called, “Stars! They’re just like us!”, where they take shots of celebrities like Gisele Bundchen buying toilet paper at Target (she’s got a bangin’ body, married to a handsome star quarterback, has the sexiest accent and can pretty much get away with never having to work another day in her life and still live comfortably. Yep, she’s just like us!)
People who wait hours in line for [insert designer name here] handbags. Why not just order it online? Or better yet, spend $500 less and buy a handbag at Burlington Coat Factory or a thrift store?
How some women can comfortably walk all day in heels and not want to throw their shoe at someone’s head by the end of the day. I envy you.