i'll never call you the love machine. something about that term locks up my chastity belt (even if you splurge for the $16/glass vino with a side of dinner). i bet it sounded filthy in '69 when Susann wrote the book on it. i'm only 1/3 way through but i can say that susann writes of things we still in '11 dare not say (well... i dare, but i doubt you do). sex, amphetamine (where are the cocoa puffs, huh klosterman?). yeah. i think i just compared jacqueline susann to chuck klosterman and i'm pretty sure i'm not taking it back.
read it. then believe it (that P.R. agents only made $150/week! maybe the US dollar was higher...).
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