The only guarantee at the Love Shack is pink eye.
I did my time hanging with arty druggie types, and there is 100% hidden puke somewhere in the Love Shack.
I mean it's a cool fun song and everything, but I promise you, that Love Shack? Fuckin nasty.
Me, a TTC recruiter: Okay, so far you've got everything we're looking for to do the subway announcements. I just have one more question:
Is your voice...made of knives?
Old Country for No Men!
Yup, I went to a fancy theatre school for playwriting, and met lots of lovely folks and even instructors there, but it did fuck me up about my own writing to this day.
More like "Defying Brevity" amirite!?!
It's the same in that both are a good filter for dating apps!
