Don’t rub the lamp, I’d say.
The other day, I held the clicker, flipping through the channels to find some acceptable noise while I worked in the kitchen. There she was. Jeannie in her pinkish outfit, blinking her eyes and bobbing her pony-tailed head, turning Major Nelson’s living room into a swinging pad. I Dream of Jeannie, of course. Jeannie, played […]
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