Humorous way to allude to the kind of menu you will be having for tonite's dinner. You will probably choose some tuna taco , or perhaps bearded clam or maybe loose meat sandwich or even some snapper.
For those who need further explanation, the diner is called the Y not because its in some gym, but due to the peculiar shape of all aforementioned dishes.
Im picking up Donna at seven... we're dining at the Y
Late 90's female media celebrity.
Ex-playmate, she had the top-heavy, blond-haired, long-legged tokens of desirability, so that any beer-bellied jerk on the verge of passing out could conventionally blurt out that he would love to pork her, even if he could no longer remember his own name.
a) Botox in her lips
b) Silicon in her boobs
c) Nothing between her ears
The high point of her career was appearing in one of the stupidest tv series ever: Baywatch. She then went on to appear in her own TV series, which was even stupider.
Her lowest point was when the video clip of her banging 15-minute hubby Tommy Lee circulated over the Net.
Her own 15 minutes of fame over, Pam still has the asset of *celebrity* which entitles her to a cameo in The Simpsons and to appear in several episodes of the remake The Love Boat, if its ever remade.
It ain't Pam's fault to be who she is. She's just another packaged product. Its up to you if you swallow her or not.
Personally, i used to get a far bigger boner from watching the girl next door.
Arguably the worst movie in History.
John Travolta produced and starred in this monumental piece of dung because it's based on a novel by Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard, and Johnny boy is one of several Hollywood celebities brainwashed by the Scientology creepos.
If you think the movie is shit, you should have a look at the book!
I'd rather sit on an anthill than watch Battlefield Earth.