It’s starting to feel like losing a friend. A friend who shot a fellow cop in the face, tortured and killed suspects, put seized drugs back on the streets he patrolled and started a bloody war between a Mexican cartel and the Armenian mob just to help cover his tracks, but a friend nonetheless.
Going to see a hypnotist is a lot like buying a ticket for a football game. You know the rules, but not the outcome.
There are new restaurants in Italy, of course; logic alone would dictate that. But when I think of Italy and the restaurants I’ve dined in there, the biggest obvious difference between them and Gina’s Bistro is that they were all old, faded and decrepit — in a beloved, nostalgic sense, make no mistake — and Gina’s is colorful and shiny-new.
Weep not for Jeff Dunham. Just check his tour schedule.
Bruce McCulloch says that whenever he tries to run with the prime-time TV herd, he can “get kind of beat down by explaining what is funny.”
Legends in Concert” is moving right next door, but it’s still a significant move after 25 years at the Imperial Palace.
