Jon Dawson – Colonoscopy II: Electric Boogaloo
“We were bobbing, weaving, and at one point shoulder-rolling through a maze of medical staff who had obviously exceeded their free-sample allotment from the drug rep’s goody bags.”
“We were bobbing, weaving, and at one point shoulder-rolling through a maze of medical staff who had obviously exceeded their free-sample allotment from the drug rep’s goody bags.”
Until recently I thought a lobbyist was someone who traveled from town to town hanging out in lobbies.
Free balloons and Ritalin for the kids.
When told the news, Stephen A. Smith reportedly swallowed his own face during a taping of his Loudest Jackass podcast.
“You mean the warm kind?”
“At some point, I figured people would wake up and stop buying my terrible, terrible music, and I was just preparing for that day.”
If my pending patent for no-stick lip balm comes through, I may have enough dough to spring for a few pizzas.
“I’m tired of my friends ending up in the emergency room with their lips stapled together.”
One second everybody in the band was asleep in their bunks, the next they were shoulder-rolling down Vernon Avenue.
“That’s something I can’t talk about,” he said, a phrase that unsurprisingly would come up many times during our conversation.