Today at the library, I had to wait for a little old lady with a sensible lesbian/nun haircut from the 1970s and off lavender Haband pants to get off the goddamned computerized card catalog thingie already, pleeeeease.
So I could use it.
I circled around a few times and came back.
Finally she was gone.
I got to the screen to see what she'd been so diligently looking for :
Yep.
Sadly for her, there were no copies...and the best they could seem to do was to point her to Roald Dahl's tales from Childhood.
Cruel, cruel fate.
Sam Rockwell Is a Maverick of Hollywood for ESQUIRE Magazine
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Ever since that monologue—you know the one—everyone knows who Sam Rockwell
is. It’s still a safe bet that he’ll never stop surprising us. ESQUIRE’s
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6 comments:
you sure she wasn't looking for clairol tints?
That "Haband" link leads to tassel loafers.
You KNOW how I feel about those.
The real outrage here is that your library has only one card catalog computer. How many countless patrons have been forced to wander the library's single aisle of books, combing, probing?
That link was OBSCENE!
so funny, curious minds want to know.
what the heck is this book???
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