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Connie, have you been trying to call me? No Archie. Well, my phone has not been ringing all day, and I thought it might have been you.
Eat, drink, smoke, swim in the ocean, play tennis, golf, and poker, watch polo, read trash, listen to pop singers, occasionally attend the theatre, opera, ballet, charity bashes, and private shindigs,...
I drove home in a State of Utter: utterly startled, utterly confused, utterly flummoxed.
I know a good chop house near Macy’s. Do you like mutton chops? Hate them. Idiot. That heavy, gamy taste … nothing like it. Can I get a broiled kidney? Of course. Then let’s have lunch at your chop ho...
It’s a cat, but not racist.
There, there, there.
What I’m trying to convey is that I love my parents. Of course. But just as important, I enjoy them. How many sons and daughters can say that?
You’re referring to the guests?
Boys
Go in
Tapioca
The need for gun control laws and a new moral climate.