I am sorry,,, this makes me laugh.... She stopped at a car wash...
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You did not make fun of her - it is just the way they shipped the statue that is funny, so don't feel bad!Why sorry? Because I found that funny .. snarky funny...
who could not laugh about a big giant head shipping...... well , maybe you understand.. GNT.
Now I am sad that I made fun of her.
Yes… that would feel a bit surreal!You did not make fun of her - it is just the way they shipped the statue that is funny, so don't feel bad!
Can you imagine the looks on the faces of the other drivers as they are motoring along the highway and a giant Marilyn Monroe passes your truck?
...the Big Giant Head???....Why sorry? Because I found that funny .. snarky funny...
who could not laugh about a big giant head shipping...... well , maybe you understand.. GNT.
Now I am sad that I made fun of her.
...thank you!....I'm so dog-azz tired of her being made out to be nothing more than a glorified bimbo...she had her demons, but was quite a woman nonetheless...so much more than a pretty wrapper...There are many things about Marilyn Monroe that didn't often make it into public knowledge.
Here are three of my favorite little known facts:
Mostly typecast as a dumb blonde (a persona she hated), she was actually extremely intelligent. She had an IQ of 168. She was a voracious reader, and loved poetry.
Although she famously sang “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend,” in reality Monroe wasn’t into expensive jewelry. Other than a diamond ring and a strand of pearls given to her by her second husband, Joe DiMaggio, all the jewelry she owned was costume.
Marilyn helped change the course of Ella Fitzgerald’s career by personally calling the owner of the popular Hollywood nightclub, Mocambo, and helping her get booked. Initially the club would not book Ella because she was black.
According to Ella:
“I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt…it was because of her that I played the Mocambo, a very popular nightclub in the ’50s. She personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him — and it was true, due to Marilyn’s superstar status — that the press would go wild. The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman — a little ahead of her times. And she didn’t know it.”