Poor old Dads. No prefix is more maligned. “Dad-bod” describes the pudge-wrapped torso of one who has swapped the bench-press for beaujolais. “Dad-dancing” denotes the kind of pistol fingers, bum-wobble shuffle of someone recovering from an operation in which their sense of rhythm was surgically removed. “Dad-rock,” denotes safe, Radio-2 friendly guitar music. Don’t forget the most disgusting creature in all of politics, the “Centrist Dad”.
This week's food and restaurant news from Port City Foodies and Wilmington StarNews
Earnings preview of key companies reporting next week and what to look out for.
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1 | -11 | ||
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3 | -11 | ||
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3 | -11 | ||
3 | -10 | ||
F | -10 |