Every day that Antonio Banderas isn’t found hanging from the ceiling fan is a shock to me.

“Excuse me, where do you keep your shut-in recluse-wear?”

It’s like someone put Mrs. Roper’s head on Suzanne Somers’ body.

“Hello. I’m looking for a weathered-looking leathery bag.”
“Mirror’s to your left.”

“And how can I best use this to further ruin my husband’s career?”

Where’s the old guy with the fishing pole and a dollar?

sad…..she looks as old as her mother here