I spent the weekend in L.A.
After 48 hours or so, I was run out of town by an impeccably-dressed, gorgeous mob with chiseled abs, all screaming in unison: “DEATH TO THE SQUISHY MORTAL.”
Okay, fine. I’m exaggerating.
They actually said, “LASER HAIR REMOVAL AND NO MORE DESSERT TO THE SQUISHY MORTAL.”
Which is way worse, I’m sure you’ll agree.
But hey, a vicious mob is a great way to meet new people.
“You wield a torch like a pro!” or “OMG, that pitchfork matches your earrings!” are good ice breakers.