Mr. Newberry: I visualised you in a haze as one of those slackster, flannel-wearing, coffee-house misanthropes I've been seeing in Newsweek.
Marty: No no no, I went the other road. Six figures, doing business with leadpipe cruelty, mercenary sensibility. You know… sports, sex, no real relationships with anyone. How about you, how have the years been treating you?
Mr. Newberry: Well, you know me, Martin. Still the same old sell-out, exploiting the oppressed…
Surprised Carly doesn't make her watch an anti-reproductive-freedom video or Powerpoint.
This woman clearly doesn't want anybody messing with her eggs.
"It's a sad state of affairs when this reporter has to go heavily armed to breakfast."
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If the restaurant had the television tuned to CNN, FOX, or ABC, she does.
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Expect me to use that for a reaction image for a lot this year.
Farther down in the same story:
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New Meme.
I totally get this.
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The real question is why is anyone still paying attention to Carly Fiorina?
Bennies = Eggs Benedict?
"Bennies" = (The cast of MTV's Jersey Shore) X 10 ex 9
I assumed the woman only liked over medium w toast, not that fancy stuff.
You know, those Gourmet Steel Diners show up in the must unexpected places.
BTW, is it OK to swear in Wonkville headlines? Asking for a fucking friend.
Yer G__ D___ right it is!
Fuckin' A! Hot damn!
I thought it was a requirement.
WOMAN/BREAKFAST 2116!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PROG/ROCK 2112!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Amazingly, this woman is outpolling Carly Fiorina in NH right now.
So are eggs.
Mr. Newberry: I visualised you in a haze as one of those slackster, flannel-wearing, coffee-house misanthropes I've been seeing in Newsweek.
Marty: No no no, I went the other road. Six figures, doing business with leadpipe cruelty, mercenary sensibility. You know… sports, sex, no real relationships with anyone. How about you, how have the years been treating you?
Mr. Newberry: Well, you know me, Martin. Still the same old sell-out, exploiting the oppressed…
Damn I love that film.