Another unfinished sentence I wrote and some responses it elicited in the Spring of '93:
We'll be right back after...
...a trial separation. No, really, I mean it. (Michael M.)
...this brief message from our patriarchal society that equates large-breasted idiots in bikinis with the consumption of beer. (Jennifer D.)
...we make Vanna our next human sacrifice...Gotta keep those ratings up... (Jenni S.)
...we watch someone eat something they don't like, then smilingly tell us they love it, drive a spotless sports car down the only deserted highway in the U.S. at demonic speeds, and watch imbeciles tell us that they actually believe instant coffee was fresh grounds. (Tava S.)
