Relationships were made and destroyed there, first kisses happened in the employee bathrooms, scandals were had, jobs were won and lost.
Eat some of the leftovers even though you swore you were saving them for lunch at work.
In Inglorious Basterds, Sherlock Holmes is referred to at least two times.
She may’ve first became relevant through sex but as soon as Kim Kardashian got her foot in the door, she switched the narrative on us. All of a sudden, we weren’t dealing with just another one of Paris Hilton’s promiscuous party girl friends. We were being introduced to the Princess Di of the new Millennium.
Why do so many people want to write when people are statistically reading less, “all the good books have already been written,” literature is a marginalized artform, etc?