For once, I got them all correct. Interesting: four of the movies named were ones in which the Duke bought it in the end. There were eight all together, if memory serves.
A lady friend was at her aerobics class several years ago. They were in the middle of a routine, when the door burst open, and some guy started moving, sort of, with the group. He was being pursued by the local congratulate for robbing a gas station nearby. They showed up shortly and grabbed him. Here, art has imitated life!
A lady friend was at her aerobics class several years ago. They were in the middle of a routine, when the door burst open, and some guy started moving, sort of, with the group. He was being pursued by the local congratulate for robbing a gas station nearby. They showed up shortly and grabbed him. Here, art has imitated life!
A lady friend was at her aerobics class several years ago. They were in the middle of a routine, when the door burst open, and some guy started moving, sort of, with the group. He was being pursued by the local congratulate for robbing a gas station nearby. They showed up shortly and grabbed him. Here, art has imitated life!
This is one of the (many) times I wish Mr. Melcher would put the real title of the painting along with the artist and date. @Number Six, if I understand your comment correctly, I think the shirtless youth was performing that ancient act which was a rite of passage for grade school boys, the simulation of breaking wind with the hand in the armpit.
This raises a couple of questions I have been wanting to ask: do the Irish bother that much with St. Patrick’s Day, or is it sort of like Cinco de Mayo in Mexico? That is, is it largely ignored in its home country, and now generally an excuse for drinking to excess in the USA?
Making a Monty Python candle?