The early bird catches the worm So, we’ve all heard the phrase “The early bird catches the worm,” right? A classic nugget of wisdom, passed down through generations, warning us that if we hit snooze one too many times, some overachieving, oat-milk-latte-drinking go-getter is gonna snatch our opportunities right out from under us. But let’s be real—what kind of lunatic…
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I’ll Be Your Wingman Until Judge Wapner Starts Yet another Top Gun Screenplay
Fade in Exterior Naval Air Station – Tarmac – High Noon Sun pounding. Jet engines roar. Pilots stride with purpose and determination. Tension crackles in the humid air. Commander “Viper” Metcalf glares at Raymond “Juicebox” Babbitt (Dustin Hoffman), who stands stiff, clutching a laminated flight schedule. Lt. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell smirks nearby, sunglasses glinting. Viper (growling) You’re telling me you’re…
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There’s No Place Like Home For getting terminated
Fade in Exterior Kansas Farmland – Twister Hellstorm – Night The Kansas sky churns like a wrathful beast. A monstrous tornado roars through the farm, debris flying like shrapnel. The barn collapses. Dorothy (played by The Terminator, aka T-800) stands at the center, unflinching. Aunt Em (screaming over the wind) Dorothy! Get inside! T-800 (stoic, scanning the chaos) Negative. This…
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Misery Loves Company Roseanne Roseannadanna’s Ankle Adjustments
Scene 1 Paul Sheldon’s Captivity and the Build-Up A dimly lit bedroom, stale air thick with dread. A single lantern flickers on the nightstand. Paul Sheldon, sweating, helpless, and bound to the bed, blinks against the haze of pain meds. The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps. Annie Wilkes (played by Roseanne Roseannadanna) enters, her wild hair a frizzed-out halo, her…
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J. Peterman’s Legends of Lingerie Catalogue Where every silhouette is an adventure
Man-Nifique Body Shaping Girdle for Men There I stood, in the heart of a Moroccan bazaar at dusk, a whirlwind of spices and whispered secrets encircling me like an elaborate dance of fate. The scent of cardamom mingled with intrigue, and I, draped in a linen shirt far too delicate for such an escapade, lamented the quagmire of my own…
