Blow jobs are a boy’s best friend, girls: not so much
By AMELIA HARNISH | Jan. 27, 2010She says...
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Although the 67th Golden Globes awards aired last Sunday, people are still ranting and raving about them. The Globes, most known for setting the bar for the Oscars, are unique because they not only honor both movies and television, but also differentiate between comedy/musical and drama genres. They are supposed to be known as the most fun and spontaneous awards show for the simple fact that attendees sit at circular tables and wine and dine throughout the ceremony. It's not unheard of for some of the later winners to trip up the stage and slur through their acceptance speeches. This year was no exception. Let's go back, yearbook style, and check out some superlatives of the night.
Deciding where to eat on your next late-night food run just got harder. You now have more to add to your repertoire of fast-food options.
I get it. You're in a band. What I don't understand is why you think everyone wants to know (or cares).
While you were out having a good time Friday night, we blindly sampled a list of light beer so you wouldn’t have to. Two dozen beers later, we are weary but wiser. What should you drink? What shouldn’t you drink? What helps you stay slim? What if you don’t like beer at all? We have everything you need to know to get started.
Don’t you dare throw this lovely piece of literature that we call The Alligator away. And I’m not suggesting that you go green and skip your pretty little feet on over to the recycling bin either. Save your newspapers; they could be used as the inspiration for one of this year’s performances at the Gainesville Improv Festival.
Ben Foster stars as Staff Sgt. Will Montgomery whose responsibility is to notify dead soldiers’ next of kin of their loss.
The band is from Raleigh, N.C., and is known for its incessant work ethic and country-rock hybrid.
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Like many micro breweries, Sierra Nevada releases four seasonal beers every year. Its offering for the winter is Celebration Ale, a perfect pairing with the chilly weather.
Sloth off the sweatpants and break out the lint roller: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Career Showcase has arrived. Although I’d love to tell you your replete resume and perfected Gator chomp will have any employer banging down your door, the reality is you have about six seconds to impress. To help you out, here’s how to make a rockstar first impression:
We’re all familiar with the classic celebrity catastrophe: Celeb is clean-cut. Celeb makes fatal mistake. Celeb apologizes. But what comes after that is a bit hazy. As the adoring fans, we either hold our grudges until the celeb morphs into a has-been, or we forgive and forget. I’m here today to make a case for a current crossroads the public has arrived at: Either forgive Chris Brown or condemn him to Pop Culture Hell.
Groovaloo, a 28-member dance company known for throwing caution and choreography to the wind, is performing tomorrow night at the Phillips Center for the Performing Arts.
Matt Kurz is a busy man. He’s the lead singer of the Matt Kurz One. And also the bassist, guitarist and keyboardist. Kurz sings scratchy, intense punk funk songs with a fiery slant reminiscent of The Who and James Brown.
What would happen if someone else had complete access to your cell phone, your world? Oh the secrets that they could uncover! (Cue a certain golfer who had been doing some putting around of his own). This heart-wrenching fear is played out on stage in Sarah Ruhl’s comedy “Dead Man’s Cell Phone” set to be performed at the Hippodrome State Theater from January 6 to 31.
At this stage in my life, the only practical benefit to regular exercise is improving my sexual attractiveness. (Health? I’m good, thanks. I voted for Obama, and he’s got me covered there.) I’ll pick up a dumbbell when the other channels of attracting women become obsolete.
All right, boys, wake up. These simple resolutions will help you score just a little bit more. As for all you boys who like boys? Don’t worry. I know your games, too. We’ll get to you all soon enough.
When you’re wearing metallic gold Christian Louboutin pumps, who needs a plot line?