Guy can't get a job at the refinery, or guy hates his job at the factory, or guy lost his job at the refinery or the factory. Then he gets in his car and drives around. It's all so tongue-in-cheek, ya know? Most of New Jersey doesn't even have refineries. What is a refinery, anyway?
I know what you're probably thinking. Hey, this guy's got everything a man could possibly want out of life. Money, fame, a frigging unbelievably hot wife, Jon Bon Jovi as a friend... but you know, I want more.
I want the people of New Jersey to jump off a cliff like Kurt Vonnegut so I can show them how to fly. This way, nobody needs to grow any wings, which would be impossible anyway because we're humans and not some kind of bird.
It's perplexing to me that a man like this could ever ascend to the position of prominence he now holds in a democratic society.
Last time I saw you was backstage in Melbourne. You had just been through that thing with the guy and the rice.
That got me thinking. Bon Jovi kills in Jersey. Just kills. We did Atlantic City this past winter and man, you wouldn't believe the intensity in that crowd. Can I just talk for a minute about how amazingly hot Heather is?
It took a terrible succession of wars and revolutions, namely the total wars and the totalitarian revolutions of the last century, to bring back a European ideal.
In America journalism is apt to be regarded as an extension of history: in Britain, as an extension of conversation.
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Once you touch the trappings of monarchy, like opening an Egyptian tomb, the inside is liable to crumble.
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