Friday, January 24th, 2014

Ars Longa, Cindy Adams Longa-er


Who can sit through eight-hour movies today? My patience won’t last that long. Neither will my bladder. Just when the killer is about to get apprehended, I’m in the can… I couldn’t stay longer than “Wolf of.” I never saw the part that went “Wall Street.”

— Today brings an already-classic Cindy Adams column, in which the 83-year-old (who's written a column for the New York Post since the year Phnom Penh fell and Patty Hearst was released from prison and Sid Vicious overdosed) beefs about the length of movies.

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KarenUhOh (#19)

She's hooked up to electrodes that administer 50-volt shocks every time she types more than twelve words without a period.

The year Phnom Penh was liberated.

And furthermore, that was legendary. Unbelievable. She needs to pay her intern more.

pidge (#174,678)

Bless her heart! (and also her bladder.)

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