So that's where the Conran Shop went after it shut down its East 60th Street location...should not be the primary takeaway from this story.
On A Conversation with Katharine Heller About Rollerskating and Filing Cats’ Nails, (aka Being a Professional Actor)
For the record, Katharine was an excellent bartender.
As context (and this is noted at the link, though not so much in this post), this went up for a vote last week, and now all that's left is the vote counting.
What about "3. 'My parents want to make sure I don't have a good excuse for not calling them.'"?
Once you crush 'em And you bruise 'em Pour 'em in a champagne flute Oh, the grapes of Brixton
But your plain shirt is your uniform, not something you wear with your uniform...
Clearly they didn't talk to enough lawyers.
Overpriced avocado is what drove me away from Midtown salad. What's the point of the salad otherwise?
But look at the graph! The right side's got to be 10 times higher than the left side...
The Nazis would go only if the movie were entirely transported, time-wise. And I'm not sure we want that...