Molly: There is never, ever an excuse for hitting another person. What’s going on?
Ray: She was laughing at me because her “au pair” said that my new nanny was a slutbag whore.
And so, after the taxidermy, they were able to keep Papa just as they remembered him—drinking an espresso, reading the paper, gazing out at the harbor.
I’m remembering why I’ve loved The Killers all these years and cannot wait for the new album.
The thunder right now sounds just like it does in 101 Dalmatians. One step closer to living up to my Cruella DeVille fate…